BOOBEEE

I've been depressed recently and well, several times in my life. It makes no sense really, it's beautiful outside the flowers are blooming, my children are beautiful.

Actually I do know why. I love writing and wanted to write everday, but life gets in the way, really. Eliza is sick again and her asthma is acting up and I keep worrying that she is going to end up in the hospital again. I want to start jogging again, but I have no time. Parker is, at this moment, screaming at me to stop typing! Not really, as he can't talk he's actually just screaming "BOOOBEEE" and pulling at my top. Why I armed him with that word is a mystery to me.

More later
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