6:24 am. I have about 6 minutes to type this before I have to pull on clothes, throw a headband in my hair (damn, it's getting long!), and run out the door. Mid-morning and afternoon snacks, as well as lunch, are all packed. Work, then the gym, then the library. Eventually home, toss dinner together using mostly the leftovers from last night, then Boy Scouts. Back home and hopefully some time to work on the mudding and taping in the back room before I fall into bed.
I took Katie out practice driving yesterday. She's been driving since last September, goes to take her road test in a few weeks. This time was her first trip onto the Interstate. Yes, I purposely chose 7:30 on a Sunday morning to take her out. Little traffic as all the normal (?) folk are home getting ready for church and/or sleeping in. She was petrified. But she did well. Very well. She only said "WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO??" one time. hehehehe
OK, 5 minutes gone, gotta go. Keep moving.
Busy is ok. Busy is good. It keeps me from thinking too much, getting depressed, it keeps the walls up. They need to stay up.
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3 comments:
Oh wow, I remember those days...thank goodness they're over.
However, I do still get a tad nervous when riding shotgun with my daughter, who has been driving without incident for 5 years now.
Wow, just reading that post made me tired! I can't even imagine being that busy. I can barely stay awake after a trip to the grocer.
Busy IS good hon! We are here to listen though. If you need to talk it out.
oxoxo
nina
Deborah - You still get nervous? Now I don't feel so bad! *smile* I think the accident in October plays a large part in it too, because I flinch when I see something coming at me still even when I'm alone in the car.
Nina - I read about your illness. I hope so badly you get answers soon, hon. I can only imagine how frustrating it can be. Talking about it, it's....just hard. Raw. Still. Months later. Maybe someday it won't feel that way. I hope so.
OK, I pitstopped to grab a yogurt and Andy. Off to Boy Scouts.
Later, ladies...
Cate
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