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Sleepy But Not Complaining(:

That's right I'm tired and I'm not complaining. Just a fact. I had a good day although a full one. It is now 12:00 a.m. and I can't go to bed yet cause I have to wash clothes. I washed some earlier today, but didn't have time to finish all the laundry before we went out for the evening. When we got home I totally forgot until it was bedtime. I would have just washed em and dried them in the morning, but turns out Hubby is out of unmentionables. Honestly, I just washed whites two days ago and would have took care of it then if he had told me he needed them. Oh well. I needed to wash stuff anyway. Just hope my body cooperates when real morning comes and I have to get up. I slept really well last night and didn't even need a nap today. For those of you who know me really well that is surprising. I tend to fizzle out at some point in the day. My nutritionist says it is cause of waiting too long to eat during the day. Not sure. I did get a sugar drop tonight, but it was weird cause it was after I ate. Just guessing here, but I probably didn't drink enough today. I broke a teapot. But I didn't cry or get mad. I have an excuse to replace it. It was one of those personal ones. I like them. I have a bigger one I use when the boys both want tea at once. I guess after my last post, I have to prove that I can drivel on about less intense subjects. I am doing the something thankful each day thing on Facebook. I am trying to do verses to, but I haven't each time. I am so glad my husband supports me in so many ways. I couldn't home school the children without his help. My Math skills don't go much higher than sixth grade so it will be interesting when we get there.

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