I really should not be writing anything today. My to-do list is a mile long – and those are just the starred “must, really, really get done today” items. But if I wait until I actually have time to write it might be Feb. before I get back on here.
This has been the hardest December I’ve had in many years. And it’s not even because Paul is dead. I have just been so stressed and so busy and so sick. Add in a church Christmas program, a school program, weekly therapy appointments for a couple of kids, Christmas shopping, some sick kids this week, decorating, preparing meals for hunters, scouring up layers of clothing for my hunters, butchering next week, several finals and papers, all due at once, and I’m a candidate for the looney bin! Next year I am starting earlier.
Like in July.
I have been to two different doctors in the past two weeks. I was grocery shopping a week and a half ago and finally thought to myself, “I just can’t do this anymore.” I checked out and went stra…