Whew! What a tiring day. Sometimes Tiffany wears me out. She got off work about 4PM and George leaves to go home without me; then she proceeds to pull some carrot sets that she hands to me to set out in the garden. Ninky is crying because she has sand in her eyes from beside the pool, and she thinks Memaw is leaving without her. Finally, after an extra 45 minutes of my time that I was waiting to go home, I get to leave with Ninky screaming for her Memaw. I've kept her since she was 5 weeks old. She don't even want her Momma half the time. Anyway, it was one tiring day and I still left my chicken eggs in her refrigerator in the garage. That's 2 days I've forgotten them. Oh well, tomorrow is another day. Sure pray she doesn't have to work Saturday. I already have them next Saturday night because she and my son are going to a Kenny Chesney concert. HELP!
Thanks for the piano link. I will save it to listen to later. I'm glad you are setting aside some time for the piano. I've always wanted to learn too.
I get up at 4AM to wake up with some coffee, listen to some morning news, take a shower, and then if I have some spare time, I get on here. I am not a RUSH sort of person. Rushing makes me feel as if I'm always late. During my working years; I always arrived at work 30 minutes early. I've always been that way. But with the kids, I get there about 15 minutes early to make sure the older boys get on the bus. One boy has to take medicine for hyperactive attention deficit disorder so I have to make sure he takes it or the teacher will call. Ninky and Brayden usually wake up around 8.
Next week my son is starting to work in the factory with his wife. They have never had much time to spend together. What with his construction job (he says he is burned out on building right now) and the kids taking time away because of football practice and games, Tball, and now baseball coming up, they don't have much married life. So once my son starts working with his wife, they both will be leaving the house at 4:15 Am every morning together. So now I am trying to condition myself to waking up earlier; that's why I'm on here now. I have never much relied on alarm clocks. Always my Circadian clock. So that is my story. I pray it all works out too.
NOT the shirt dress. I think it is a hospital gown. Thank God her A$$ ain't hanging out. The people behind her would go blind.