Sometimes I’m tempted to write a post that is true to the meaning of the word “blog” – a web log of my day. Dry, unwitty, dull…but perhaps meaningful to historians hundreds of years from now as they research the lifestyle of the desperate rural housewife.
Woke up. No coffee. Pot still hot, burner still on. Swore at husband. Made breakfast for children. Discovered cayenne pepper and nutmeg pancakes. Prepared children for outings. Remembered all necessary items. Drive to Edmonton. Outing at science centre. Note: buy more birth control. And pain killers. And coffee. And wine. Went to hospital. Met doctor. Results promising. More coffee. Took children outdoors for activity time. Wind was howling. Child also howled. Participated in organized swimming lessons. Children did not drown. Prepared evening meal. Bribed children to rest for the evening. Success. Two hours spent on paperwork for dance studio. One hour of bad television. Bed.
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