my tired face

i'm not sure i've sat down this week for one relaxing moment. 

sure, i have sat.

i've emailed 

i've read stories.

i've snuggled and rubbed backs.

sometimes i sit to change diapers.

i've blogged, once, i think.

shoot, i make folding laundry look like r&r

but it's really not.

this week,

my brain has been all go go go.

there has been a lot happening: 

bo's had a bad cough and

i've been to the hospital and

i've been administering puffers and motrin

and burying his snot-puke at the park.

the tire had a leaky valve,

that's taken care of now.
gary's been away.

the basement was all helter skelter after a weekend of projects,

the cat's been in heat and i've been interviewing prospective toms.

 i spent an hour of my day on monday using harsh chemicals to remove panty liners (ala-charlee) 

from the toilet bowl, basin, seat and tank.

it was like potty/panty liner art in the moment, i guess. 

who knew that sticky stuff was so potent.

every
moment
has been full.

...

i'm taking off in the morning to go to my parents.

when i get to their home, i will really sit and a weight will come off my shoulders for a few moments.

and they will love my babes

and give them chippies for breakfast

and figure out what's for dinner.

and maybe let me sleep in on the weekend. 

my dad will make sure i have coffee and chocolate

and my mom might rub my head

(hope that's not too much info).

i can't wait.

...

so goodnight

or should i say goodmorning.

signing off,

12:01am