I tried to just chill the hell out (I heard my old self telling my present self to do so.) I was less rushed and took my sweet time ended up enjoying myself this morn. For heaven's sake, I make my own hours, so why not just take it down ten notches on a Monday morn? Plus, I'm not a wartime refugee, I don't have terminal cancer and I have all of my limbs--my top 3 criteria for non-complaining are intact.
FYI--Will-O has been excellent in handling the wee morning tasks with making Scar breakfast and her beloved hot cocoa, organizing her school stuff and then walking her to the bus--immensely helpful! While dad and daughter were off to school, Liam and I played "cars" and I tickled his soft little chunky chin and I remembered that this little guy can laugh just as much as he can sob (as of late in regards to bedtime...) My little sweet treat.
Worst Part of the Day-
A titch sore in the left calf department as a result of atypically sprinting around a field with a bunch of women last night. (Sounds more avant garde that way.) Gol diggity soccer. Damn getting old.
Also, I still have this nagging feeling that I am forgetting something!!!!!! It is a terribly annoying feeling..................ahhhhh.
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