It was a long and stressful day.
Early start with a new job ~ that's always fun...
Then an hour weaving ~ to beat out some stress and rugs...
Then some playing in the dirt... Helped (just a little) my son with window wells, now I can feel like I can wash these windows.
When does my life become normal, again?
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I'm not sure there is such a thing as a normal life. I cringe when I see a surplus in our bank account because I just know there's a mini-disaster on the horizon. It's the ebb and flow~
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