Showing up on Sunday

I haven’t even written handwritten posts for the days I’ve missed. About the time it’s time to put P down for bed, I’m exhausted. And it’s not because of the time difference (everything happens two hours “later” for us here), or because I’m stressed about anything (though that’s always possible with someone’s grandmother right next door), but because I no longer have a possible secret 😦 I was so hoping too, which is odd because a big part of me didn’t really want to be, but maybe I do :-\ I just wish this had come BEFORE we came out here and not in the middle of us being out here.

Okay, it’s only 4, but I’m still exhausted. Later 🙂


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