Banking done for today but I’ll need to do more before cookie sales are finished. No time for extensive blogging now. Have to keep the laundry going and finish getting things ready for tonight’s support group. More tonight.

Today I need to prepare for the Support Group and visit the bank to deposit cookie money. I also need to do dishes, laundry, cleaning, visit the pharmacy and pack for Doug. I don’t actually WANT to do anything. I feel like the little ball who rolls instead of bounces in that pharmaceutical commercial.

I’m getting a little tired of cookies and cookie booths. I look forward to this being over so I can move on to other things in my life. Monday night is the first meeting of our new support group and I have done absolutely nothing to prepare for it. I’ll obsess over that tomorrow. On […]

Doug is rescuing the clothes and I should be really happy but I was so upset yesterday that I’m having trouble snapping out of it. I feel tense and anxious. Hopefully I’ll be able to relax after we listen to Burt Bacharach tonight.

Doug seems to be working some small miracles with a combination of WD-40, Dawn dishwashing detergent, baking soda, liquid Tide and oxi-clean. He has to work hard over every piece of clothing but the early results are very promising.

The cookie count is just making my brain ache. I’m going to bed.

I was so busy watching Amy and Noah that I didn’t make sure Sarah kept a good tally of cookies at today’s booth. We sold 57 boxes in the hour that we lasted there but I don’t have an accurate count of how that total breaks down. We were supposed to stay another hour but […]

My mother called a repairman. He will charge a small fortune to disassemble the dryer and get all the crayon out.

Bleach, oxi-clean and spray and wash all had no effect whatsoever. The clothes are ruined.

Cried in the bathtub and shaved a chunk of skin out of my ankle. Now I’m going to edit the curse words from my earlier post and then go cry some more.