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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.

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 [...]

This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series Loving LottieI don’t talk much about our Princerella, well, not more than I do the others and typical funny things she says or does. I have on rare occasion mentioned that she has been diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy and goes to Physical and Occupational [...]