I am being tested today, and there’s 2 1/2 hours left on this day. It looks as if my laptop is on the fritz ( thank goodness I backed up my files) and I’m blogging from my phone. My typing skills are being tested on my trusty Samsung S III, although this is NOT what my intention ever was with my phone. So far, so good, but it’s a challenge. After all, I said one blog a day for 100 days, and that’s the goal.
Grrr…
Today is my Dad’s Birthday. He would have been 64 today and tomorrow will be 11 months since his death. It’s still a bit unreal for me and needless to say, my emotions are all over the place.
I’ve been a bear towards my kids and I should be up for WORST Mother of the Year. My goodness, they’re kids and I’m taking things out on them when I shouldn’t be.
This morning, I looked outside my window and was greeted to the sight of dog poop. This was the winter from HELL, but now that the snow has melted, HOLY CRAP!!! I’ve been here for almost 11 years and I don’t think I was prepared for such a sight. The city girl in me definitely showed up. Geared up for the event, and headed into no-man’s land. Isaac helped as well and he was having a BLAST. Me? Not so much.
HOLY CRAP!!! I felt like I was literally knee-deep in s#!t!!! When I started, I was cursing like a sailor. Goodness gracious, I’ve never seen so much. Add to the fact my emotions were all tired over the place didn’t make a great combo. But, we got most of it done today. There’s about 10% left.
Looking back on it now, it wasn’t THAT big a deal. Now, it’s kinda funny. But, we got it done.
So, here I am, sitting on my couch, reflecting on the day, and I think it culminates from a pool of emotions that has been building. This truly sucks and there really like s no other way to describe it. I was hoping it wouldn’t take over and I’ve been told that some days will be better than others. But, dang, when it takes over, it’s not fun.
I just need to recognize it, let it happen, then move on.
Grrr…
I have been put to the test today. And I think I survived.
Tomorrow is another day.
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