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Wednesday, April 06, 2005


It's 8:18. I've been up since 6:00. I've gotten the rest of the family up and on their way with full tummies and made sure they've all taken their vitamins. I've taken my son to waterpolo practice. I've fed, walked, and loved the pup. I've done a load of laundry, started another, and left instructions for the first person home to fold what's done. I've unloaded the dishwasher and reloaded it with breakfast dishes. I've showered and dressed. I have to be at work at 9:00 and I'm ready to go back to bed. When I'm off at 2:00, I have a full schedule until 7:00; one thing right after the other. It's only Wednesday and I'm exhausted. Tomorrow and Friday will be the same.

I know it seems silly, but I just wanna cry. Or drink. A lot.


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