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Just Another Typical Day
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See! Here I am freshly showered, writing comfortably from bed.
Except, it’s maybe been a week since I’ve showered.
I’ve never written from bed. My bed is actually still on its side, up against the wall so that I could shove all the living room shit in there while my sister re-floored my living room! It’s been on my list of things to tackle. I’ve been sleeping on the couch for months. We had three desks, and two couches in the living room (and 4–5 birdcages). The three desks went into my room, and they weren’t coming back to the living room because we were done with online schooling! One broke during the move, so it went to the curb, and another went into the two younger boys’ room, but the biggest one is still in my room, as are a bookshelf from the living room, my sewing stuff that had been in the living room, silhouette cameo stuff, t-shirt press from downstairs, random clutter in totes shoved in there when I needed to de-clutter… etc…
I can’t tell you how exhausted I am right now. The worst was Friday. Driving tired is the worst. It always makes me nervous. I have to shake myself out of autopilot and keep remembering where I am heading.
Last week I pretty much spent my whole week in the car. Two of my kids are doing after-school activities, which go until 5 pm, so I have to…
