*2Flower* To You

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I thought I'd say something tonight instead of just filling space with notes and quizzes.

Life stinks when Scott is gone. I tend to eat too much and sleep too little. Thankfully, he'll be back tomorrow, and then he'll take the rest of the week off for his birthday, which is Thursday. We're going to go to Silver Dollar City for the day, which should be fun. We have season passes, so we really need to get in a few more visits before the end of the year.

I've used up all my points today, plus 6 flex points, and I still would like to eat more, but I know I'd better save those last few extra points for tomorrow and Thursday. Hopefully I'll earn some points at Silver Dollar City by walking a lot.


I got a call from a church neighbor up the road who asked me if I could keep her baby Thursday of this week and 3 days next week. I was really proud of myself, because I said I can't Thursday becuase we're going to SDC, and that I could handle taking care of him for one day next week. In the past I would have felt obligated to take him for all 3 days next week as penance for not taking care of him on Thursday. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that this is one of those freebie favors, even though she's going to work. I do feel bad for her, but there are plenty of other people to ask. I've had 5 kids of my own, but it's not the same as babysitting. I've always hated babysitting. It stresses me out. One day will seem like an eternity no matter how cute he is. I like to look at babies, and I like to hold them, but when they start to scream, cry or stink, I'm ready to hand them back. Do I sound mean? Well, I'm just grateful that I don't feel guilty. I wonder how I managed to avoid feeling that way this time. I used to wallow in it any chance I got.

I'm holding Piglet, and she has incredibly bad gas. She's so small and cute --- totally lap-sized. But she has the foulest breath and the gassiest butt ever. Ugh. Back to the kennel with her.