Thursday, September 10, 2009

Sept 10, 2009

Fever and work. Diana's sick and I have to take her to work. I'd also like to continue packing, get stuff sent to Dr. Morrison's office, finish prep work for the garage sale, and move everything down to the "happy room" for our move. Too much on my plate, that I'm paralzyed. Peace....

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Sept 9, 2009

Yep, it's 09/09/09 WOW! Nifty.
I'm stressed about this move. My organization is good - and there is just so much to keep straight, I'm giving myself an ulcer. I am happy these little things come to mind, but there there has to be a place in my mind to store them. hmmm... no space left.
bummer.
kids off to school today, thankfully no tears or stress there.
Diana did wake with a fever, but was dancing to "rock and roll" off of John's alarm clock radio an hour later. Let's hope it doesn't come back again.
Ok. Off I go, to pack a bit more before work. Breathe.
Maybe I should pray more, too. Dear God, please let me thank you for this situation I'm in. I know some can't handle this. You know what I can handle. Thanks for trusting me. :)
Ciao