.poptarts.

.as in that's what

husband and me

(and i think roy

even got a nibble)

ate for dinner tonight.

.don't judge.

.ha.

.this week we 

are running faster

than we have strength.

.i just can't figure

out what in the world

is happening.

.the house looks like

we have twenty seven

children and have

yet to move in.

.there are dishes in the sink.

.piles of clothes

on the floor.

.an unmade bed.

.a box with a

 desk inside that needs

to be put together.

.a car in the front

that needs gas.

.and glancing

quickly around the area

i can count 

nine empty bottles of

mountain dew.

.again, don't judge.

.every night

of this week is

packed with something.

.homework, callings,

tests, projects,

pictures, activities,

church, work,

appointments,

and

husband's birthday.

.it's quite possible

we are going to

need someone to

dig us out of here

by the end of the week.

.any takers?.

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