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This morning I awoke to find our very pregnant cat missing. My first thought: Dangit! I knew I should have brought her in last night and put her in the crate. Now we’ll never find those kitties. As I waited rather patiently for the coffee to seep into every molecule of [...]

It is 10.32p according to my computer clock as I start this. I am just now coming up for air from my day. And my day is only about 3/4 over. I still have two more loads of laundry to do before tomorrow arrives. I still need to clean the kitchen from the supper mess; we had soup, so it is not too big of a mess. SmockDaddy is out of town so today’s witching hour (hours) were way more than witching today and I lost it. Twice. Between the ripping off of the faucet covers outside to make mud pies, mud patties, and mud-bathes right as I was setting the table for dinner and the argumentative, yelling, screaming confusion of Princerella not understanding why her Papa left for a few days made for my stressed short fuse to be even shoerter. I hate it when I behave the way I behaved tonight.

Yesterday all the children sat around the table filling out their Valentine cards for their individual Valentine’s Day parties at school or Co-Op. SmockDaddy helped Princerella with her task while I helped CowBoy. For each of them, we (the adults) wrote the friends’ names on the cards on the To: and the children wrote their names in the From: spot.

From year to year I never feel ready, knowing how much more we could do without overdoing if I just felt that a bit more organized. I worry for not doing enough and of doing too much. I worry about making sure they are challenged enough, but not pushing too hard. I [...]