I always have to ask myself:
Am I doing better than I was when I was living in low-income housing?
Well, yes...I am in a lot of ways. I'm not going back if I can help it.
But I was a heck of a lot less exhausted in low-income housing. And I
felt stupid less often.
So I had that going for me, which was nice.
I am older than I used to be, which apparently means I'm losing my
ability to handle "doing nothing". I can't just sit around and relax.
Or maybe I could, but I get yelled at a lot when I try to do that.
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There are few things funnier than a 3-year old carrying around a
blanket half his size suddenly turning around and legging it to avoid
a "three count" from his mother.
"I'm going to count to three!"
Giggle run giggle run giggle run!
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I managed to relax last night for awhile by playing Call of Duty:
Black Ops. A good game, but everyone else seems to be better than me.
I'd feel inferior, but the game keeps track of the number of days
you've spent playing (literally), and so I'm less embarrassed from
losing to a guy who has spent a month in the game. I guess it adds
up, but a MONTH seems like a long time.
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My wife is leaving for 4 days around MLK day. It will be just the
boys and I. This will be very interesting. My eldest overheard us
talking last night and started crying then.