Wednesday, February 11, 2009

timing

I'm late in the way that a mom with an 8 y-o daughter and a 2 y-o son and a husband that travels for work, 10 days out of 14, doesn't want to be late.

I'm not that late yet.

But that doesn't really matter, does it?

And anxiety breeds anxiety, doesn't it?



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And, yes. This is about as much as I can produce in the way of a post lately. Yesterday's post was probably the most profound thought that occurred to me all day.

3 comments:

triste said...

OH SWEET JESUS!!!!! We have to talk. How late? What's "not that late" mean? Like a day, a week, a month???? Help me understand what "not that late" means. Are you still up? We MUST talk. OH MY GOSH. I can't breath!!!! I think I'm hyperventilating(crap, I don't know how to spell it but you know what I mean).

Blondie said...

Oh, my. Just oh, my. Wow. Praying. You SEEM much more calm than I would be - I would be hyperventilating!!!

Super B's Mom said...

SWEET
MOTHER
OF
CHOCOLATE
AND
CARAMEL
APPLES.