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exhaustion sets in

First off, where the hell did the week go? I don't remember any of it...
oh-wait, that is right, my oldest is a genius and I have a lot of mud in my back yard.

Thursdays feel like Fridays to me. I wearily walk in the door around 8 at night after having two classes back to back, so basically from 12:30 to 6:20 I am going and going. I know, I am such a wimp...can't handle it...I am old.

I showed my class today the 1988 tony award logo. None of them were born yet. NONE OF THEM. Why the 1988 one? I don't know, because it was in the book I was showing them about type and typesetting. DUH, don't ask stupid questions anymore.

Look at what keeps me going:


a sexy, wonderful, loving husband who puts up with my shit. And yes, I can dish out a lot of that. My heart swells just looking at him.


My first born who drives me nuts a lot, but he is a genius and I love him. Did I tell you he was a genius?


My wild middle child, who in under one minute can wreck an entire room, and in the moment after as the steam rolls out of my ears melts my heart by saying he loves me (I wub ew mommie). I know, stamp the word sucker on my forehead, but he knows and I know he knows and he knows I know he knows.


My baby girl, who dances with me in the mornings in the kitchen, hugs me unexpectedly, and is a mommies girl. And she loves shoes as much as I do.

I now feel refreshed, not really, where is my bed, I am going to go crash and sleep a dreamless sleep and wake up in the morning to stare at that line of sanity and insanity again.

Wonder if anyone is actually reading all this...

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  1. I read every word. And it made me reeeally happy.

    I hope someday I can be so lucky! You have lovely family Heather!

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