I am not a stranger to tiredness, although this time round it's really derailed me. It is one thing to face the blues, another to lose steam, but this I am unaccustomed to and unsure of how to cope with. One too many late nights, school, coping with multiple losses, adjusting to number six, the weather.... hmmm... the weather? As mentioned before it has this eerie tendency to dictate my life, or at least how I view it. I have made a vow, sworn an oath, to myself and to the well being of my entire brood, to hang tight till the sun shines again. Not now. Far from it. This darkness and chill of the night. So I hang tight...

...and build juice box costumes at night. ( ...having flashes of me and Taylor Swift doing a duet) Juice box costumes you might ask? (that's the word "might" with an M not "night" with an N) Yes. Juice Box Costume. Apple and white grape to be exact. 100% natural fruit juices. 100% recyclable. 100% lovable! I tell you, after having spent an entire day pouring myself out to 12 homeschooling children this was the LAST thing I wanted to with my Thursday evening and yet the ONE thing I most needed to refresh my soul. What can I say? This may seem rather odd and out of place to say here and now but regardless here it goes. "Dang she makes me proud." Pictures coming later for certain. Or maybe you'll just have to see it on facebook. Or maybe you won't. (Feeling really cheeky right now and biting my lip, in a stopping-my-fingers from-typing-kinda-way, to prevent me from adding something else here.)

I really am feeling cheeky. Must be the second wind.

Right... moving along.

My walkway is finished. It's a beaute. It really is. Wait till you see it next summer, with all the flower beds in place and all the grass freshly a'growin. Perfect just in time to sell. :) And yet regardless of how proud I am of the end result it will always be rather bitter sweet to look upon. I have lost not one, but two of my babies in the midst of this project. Some plant Baby's Breath to memorate, Margaret builds a walkway.

And speaking of babies... my "place of safety" has turned into Lamaze class so I'm bailing. I thought I could do it. I really did, but I can't. Besides, it's just best for all involved. No hard feelings. It just is what it is.

I just finished reading a really bad book. Not terrible like in a "that was really bad" sense, just terrible in a "that wasn't very good" sense. As in, there really wasn't enough in there to write a book on to begin with. I simply wasted a few hours of my life, time that I may never gain back and time that I have not a single thing to show for other then this.

After all maybe I too can be a published author.

Certainly anything I might write can not be any less useless then the book I just read. I'd tell you the title so you would not fall victim to it yourself, but I don't remember it. Rather suiting if you ask me.

This does not come up in the daily, "Hey how's the weather?" pleasantries most common folk tend to engage in so I'll just come out with it. I have a surrogate. I always kinda just wanna tell that to someone, get it of my chest you know? I feel so much better... And hey while I am at it I might as well tell all, that there is more then one.

Girls, girls, and more girls. Like I don't have enough dealings with them already. Like I don't have a hard enough time tracking down my hair brush in the mornings as is. Like I don't already NOT get to wear my new slippers because someone else has claimed them. (the fact that up until now I claimed someone else's slippers is entirely besides the point) Like I even like girls to begin with! We tend to be such a petty gender. Ahh... shut up Margaret. I suppose we all tend to cater to our lower selves at one time or another. Anyways... they are sweet girls, remarkable actually. They'd have to be because I do not accept anything less then pure excellence.

What else do you wanna know?

This new Beaver head kid? Justin or something the rather. Can't stand him. Really, is he even done with diapers yet? Stay tuned to a rewrite of his latest hit, One Less Lonely Girl. And no I do NOT want to send the ringtone to my cell phone.

Oh and... I started flossing. ;)

Sorry for the rough copy but there's just no time I tell yeah! No time!