Well. We had day one of our moving sale. By most standards it went well, but we still have so much stuff here. And we feel we are minimalistic. Makes me wonder what the type-A's and the Jones' have at their homes. Feel free to respond, you know who you are. The boys have been troopers putting up with our matters of consequence, and they have had a hard time trying to be happy in this time it seems. We have not been playing as much as we can, of course, because, we have to set things up for the sale, book this, ready that, read on this place, drive to get this, worry about money, and to top it off, we stick them with needles containing potentially fatal diseases and say "cause it will get you to the beach". We owe those kids so much for being so strong and going thru so many changes. btw Callym now needs to wear glasses because he has astigmatism, and it seems to be a pretty significant prescription, explains a few things going on around here. Dreams are worth chasing, but they are not all beaches and surfing. Not by a long shot. Chris out.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
All this and still trying to be a decent parent
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Labels: Still in Canada
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