The child is occupied. Everyone is fed. The kitchen is clean. The rug has been vacuumed. The laundry is done (mostly). The sheets are even fresh.
I am jumping out of my skin. Like a detoxing addict I feel creepy crawlies all over me. Like if someone spoke to me I will explode (or maybe implode) in milliseconds. Like I may alternately scream and then sob.
Yet I sit here. Quietly. Waiting. Again.
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Ugh--the waiting is the worst! I'm so sorry it's crawling by! I hope that you find something to help pass the time.
Hang in there! And know I'm hoping for you!
Ummmm....I have some laundry you could fold...?
And I'll make you some hot chocolate -- spiked.
Hmm...spiked hot chocolate sounds good...maybe I could bring over chocolate covered cherries?
Waiting with you...
xx
J
Waiting with you too...torture isn't it?
The wait is awful. Hang in there.
Waiting is by FAR the worst part.
*HUG*
Hang in there. Fingers tightly crossed.
Hang on in there.
This 2 weeks is so definitely the worst! I've a pile of Christmas cards to write...that'll keep you occupied...
Having fallen at the first hurdle, i'm hoping for you girls to take the baton on to the finish line!
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