Some days things just don't seem to come together, quite.

We all know this.

It just seems that we've had a series of days, strung together with a run of a few weeks, where it's hard to get any momentum. I'd feel quite neurotic and messy, except that I keep hearing from other people that they feel the same way. Hard to focus. Feel like you're doing so much all the time, but nothing really getting accomplished.

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Last night I thought I'd not work at all on anything after dinner, and instead, Tim and I would sit on our couch, feet to feet, and just relax.
Well, Tim came home at 6:30, sat down at the computer, and worked for two more hours, straight.
We two sat down to dinner (homemade pizza) at 9 o'clock, just about the time I needed to go up and sing songs to the big girls, and turn out the lights.
And then, when we finally went up to tuck our own selves in, Callie was still awake, and wanted me to "lay with her". What this means, is that after fifteen hours of being 100% an independent thirteen year old, she picks the exact moment that I'm about to crawl into bed and collapse, to "need me".

I am not complaining.

As I explained to a friend of mine, if a thirteen year old wants to snuggle, you snuggle. You may not get asked again any time soon.

So. I climbed up to the top bunk. I snuggled. And promptly, both of us fell sound asleep.

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And so it goes.

I feel as if I'm swimming through a thick, mucky soup, to get to some unknown destination.

Wow. I know. So deep.

But I think you know what I mean.

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So, I haven't taken a picture I like in a couple of days. But I took this one last weekend, I think. Some neighbors dropped off a bag of hand-me-downs, and Anna went straight to these shoes.

Can you blame her?

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I'm pretty sure that tomorrow will be a better day.

Aren't you?

'til then. Thanks for reading.
tt