I don't know what to write about these days. I know I need to because I function better when I get the debris out of my head, but I just don't know where to start.
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• my child is 3'2" tall now. She is taller than most kids her age, and taller than most of the kids on her soccer team.
• she loves the slide on her playset
• she thinks the word 'bum' is wildly funny. So is 'poot', 'fart' and 'stinky'.
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- I was a change resistant Livejournal user, and was looking for a more creative vent. Now I realize I need both, so welcome to the writing journal. Nothing with be censored, names will be changed to protect both the innocent and evil.
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2 comments:
Well, she's right.
Girl - I've been catching up.
When the panic attacks try to set in - think of the most calming or fun things you can dream of. Focus on them.
Life will work itself out. It will.
I just watched an Oprah show last night - forgive me - I never watch that sort of thing - and she was focusing on how much people waste in their everyday life. Amazing really.
So - perhaps turning your eyes towards that and making adjustments will help. (not saying you are wasteful - but we all do it to some degree) Saves money.
Having your man home will be changing your routine as well. Some times they do stress us out no matter how much we love them.
In the end - remember - family and friends will help you out. You are loved and no one will want to see you go down. (except maybe the Viscount)
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