This evening, I wrote a poem about what my life sounded like as I tried to feed and clean up after puppies, get the humans’ dinner made and keep some kind of order in my house over here at my other blog. Tonight, I so could’ve used a run. If only I wasn’t so tired.
That’s really all I have to say about it. I should really be sleeping right now.
Actually, before I go, I will say: I’m thankful that I only have to go in to work three days a week. I’m thankful I have a job and Mr. T has a job, and we can afford to send T Junior to a great place while we are gone. And I’m thankful that my stresses, in life’s big picture, are minor. I’m thankful that I recognize that. I’m thankful that my husband just let me vent tonight without trying to solve anything. And I’m thankful for friends who do the same.
Really, there is so much to be thankful for. I’d write them all down if I wasn’t just so…tired.