Monday Mumbers

565 = Bales of hay we've gotten from our fields so far
1,495,246 = Times I've sneezed in the past two days because: HAY! EVERYWHERE!
638 = Times I've considered gouging out my own eyes to stop the burning and itching
2 = Children home today
1 = Child that should be home today
1 = Child limping around on her "spranged" ankle. Except when she thinks I'm not looking
9 = Days my parents are out of town
7492 = Bottles of wine I'll need, trying to cope without
6 = Days it took me to get my blog permanently purple for Maddie!
1 = Day until I meet with my Doc about anti-anxiety meds
18 = Years my Doc's been trying to talk me into talking about anti-anxiety meds
327,195 = Times I've felt anxious about talking about anti-anxiety meds. So far. Today.
1 = More day of bandaging Cage The Dog's injured foot
5 = More days of hand feeding him because of the HUGE cone around his neck
5829 = Pounds of dog hair I've swept up in the week he's been convalescing in my living room
729,437 = Times I've thought about eating pizza today. I wonder what's for lunch?
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Try not to be anxious. Trust me when I say the difference they make is totally worth the few minutes you'll feel a bit uncomfortable talking about it.
Hugs!
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Truth is the ankle is never sprained. Unless the child isn't really complaining, just limping about with their bottom lip stuck out, then I'd investigate.
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Take the drugs, girly. YOu'll feel better and you'll never look back. Well, you WILL look back, but it'll be because you can't believe it took you so long to give in. I mean this, truly.
A "spranged" ankle, huh? Love it!
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I LOVE your lists!
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I was trying to figure out a way to respond to you privately, but have been unable to find an email link. So I'm guessing you prefer to keep private!
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