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Day 182/365 photos

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An evening at the beach, essentially at the end of my nine-days-in-a-row off work, is being thoroughly enjoyed by my children.

Me too

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For anyone who has ever questioned why I’m open about my struggles… this sums it up. If someone out there can see my struggles and relate, and see that even in the struggle, you can have hope and try to be positive – or even if knowing about my issues helps just one person not feel so alone, then I will continue to be open and honest about living with bipolar disorder, anxiety, etc. I am not alone. My thoughts and feelings just ARE, neither good nor bad. My life is far from perfect but it’s mine and I will never judge another because he or she doesn’t hide behind a mask of “everything is wonderful” or because he or she isn’t successful in the eyes of this society.

181/365+ proof of God’s love

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I’ve probably said before that in humor, I’ve often found God’s love. So it was today. One of my favorite people moved far away today. My little one left a trail of poo on the floor. I don’t have a car or the money for a new one. I found reasons to laugh. God’s love, I’m sure, lives in laughter!

Life of a Mom: installment fourteen, sh… Poo happens

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It’s probably happened to most of us who have children, at one time or another. Or so I tell myself. One of my children had a tonsillectomy three days ago and hasn’t been able to eat. So she wanted me to make some instant potatoes, much smoother than my mashed potatoes. No problem! I didn’t have much interest in peeling potatoes today, anyway. My dear husband asked me to make a salad and he headed out to the grill to cook the meat. He was even sweet enough to change the two-year-old’s poopy diaper before going out. Awesome! As I sliced a cucumber into the salad, the milk and water heating on the stove, the two-year-old came into the kitchen, held up her right foot and said, “Poopy, Mommy.” Oh no! That poopy diaper Daddy changed must have been a doozy. One look at the floor where little Miss stood with her poopy foot revealed several splats of icky stinky brown. Kitchen and dining room floors, both peppered with splats. It looked like a war zone, if poo was a weapon. I think it could be an effective one. Anyway, I cleaned the poo off the two-year-old and the floors and returned to the kitchen, where the milk and water for the potatoes had, of course, boiled over. What a mess! The family seems to be enjoying the meal and no one is covered or walking in poo at present, so I guess all’s well that ends well.

Day 181/365 photos

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One of my most beloved friends, my cousin Liz, is on her way to Colorado. We visited for awhile this afternoon; the sight of her nearly empty house, even with the adorableness of my two-year-old, my cousin’s two-year-old & sweet doggy, made me want to cry even as I snapped the photo.

180/365+ proof of God’s love

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It was one of those super hot, hazy summer days. In a lovely, cooling breeze, on this muggy Thursday, I felt God’s love.

Day 180/365 photos

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Doin’ the Dew.  Yeah baby.