I may or may not be so stressed, tired and sick that I have been putting cans in the fridge and perishables in the pantry. Losing words and just not caring that I am saying the wrong noun while trying to communicate.
I may or may not have been informed by my son that I needed a shower because my arms were extremely dirty. The dirt: freckles.
I may or may not be a quarter Irish and feel that our holiday is ridiculous. I have boycotted green for half my life on this day and yet I feel compelled to dress my school aged child in green for his own safety, lest he fall victim to the pinch.
I may or may not have taken my husband's hair appt (we go to the same guy) because I felt the need to run away from my family for the first time in my life. I just couldn't wait ten more days. I had 45 minutes of freedom and came out with a new do. 4 1/2 inches shorter and lots of layers. Literally a weight off my shoulders.
I may or may not have thought we could manage the new addition of a baby without help; and this week when a neighbor brought an amazing feast for dinner and wonderful friends came to watch the new baby for an afternoon, I realized how wrong my thinking was. I am so grateful for their willingness to take weight off my shoulders.
I may or may not swell with joy and sing "June is bustin out all over" from Carousel this week any time I catch a glimpse of the hint of Spring.
My Grandpa Scully died on the Ides of March 15 years ago. I'm posting his picture to honor his death and his full Irish heritage. A brilliant engineer, he spent his life putting people on the moon with the Space Program. You can find some of his contributions in the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum.
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