This week was, one again, full of joy stealers...burglary at one neighbor' s house, by another nneighbor...a new nephew I'm not welcomed to see...conflicts with my bosses...arriving with a friend at court so late that the public defender had already left chambers...my poor, sick husband and oldest son.
When asked if I'd like to watch him in his misery I politely replied (and rolled my eyes),"No. Thank you, I do NOT want to watch you use the netit pot."
But then, I had the privilege tonight of taking three teens and the five year old out for pizza. Then I had the chance to witness drum line practice and do a little marching and shaking myself.
There is something exhilarating about walking through the high school corridors while making an enormous amount of noise. I was NEVER allowed to do THAT before!:)
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