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[the clutter in my head]

~ apparently i’m still sick, having absolutely no voice, a raging headache, runny nose and awful sandpaper-y pain on my vocal cords. hoping this bug runs it’s course quickly…

~ it’s 2am, and emma’s awake. crying. restless. trying not to jump to the conclusion that she’s under the weather too…

~ looking at a blank page where a to-do list should be (not for lack of things to do, trust me)

~ wondering how on earth i can resolve the 3rd jury duty summons without having to drag two kids down to City Hall and through security (i’m told i’m exempt until emma’s six, but that i have to sign an oath in person stating i’m her primary daytime caregiver? i’m also told that they just ignored the letter from my doctor because “everyone says they have Crohn’s. we don’t believe anyone.” …maybe i should at least call again and hope for a less surly phone-attendant, but last time i was on hold for 45 minutes)

~ looking forward to the beach and the hotel pool when i realized the only swimsuit i own is 4 sizes too big (maybe we’ll just stop at a walmart along the way)

~ noticing i’ve let st. patrick’s day sneak up without preparing one seasonal picture to celebrate (and that i really don’t mind all that much)

~ needing to take the kids to the park today

~ and pay bills

~ and file taxes

~ and look there! my blank to-do list is getting longer by the minute!

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[an irish blessing]

Wishing you always…
Walls for the wind,
A roof for the rain
And tea beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you,
Those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire

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