I enjoyed the warmth and felt little guilt about staying in.
Today I started autumn prep. Cooking roots and planting bulbs.
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I use to be able to sit down and write endlessly. I could type daily and feel good. Now I can barely get the words out. I know I have complained about this before. It's an endless torture. I of course have only myself to blame. I ultimately am the one that fills my time. I work. I play. I don't write.
I tell myself I will try daily. And daily fails. Then weekly. Fail. Not monthly. More than yearly. I find that the words come then vanish just as quickly. I feel frustrated. Angry. I give up.
The giving up is easy.
I am a product of a divorced family. Try explaining why you have two moms and two dads to a seven year old, it goes something like this:
Son: "Mom, why does your mom live in Wisconsin and your dad in Tennessee?"
Me: "Well mommy's mommy and daddy are divorced and my mommy and daddy don't love together."
Son: "You and daddy are divorced?"
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One of our favorite shows to watch is Arthur. Arthur has tackled some really cool issues that kids today face. Last year I was happy to see that Arthur brought on a character with Aspergers, Binky Barnes has a peanut allergies and Buster Bunny's parents are divorced. Using Buster's family has helped my kids…
Poor day 4, she got NOTHING! I was busy, like sometimes I will be. I did find my me-time yesterday. Mostly I found that space in the house where noise seem to cease to exist. It is glorious. And even thought I forgot/was to busy to write, I had a moment.
A moment is better than nothing.