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I'm fried!

I'm so exhausted from the week... I feel like I could sleep for 24 hours.

It's the kind of exhaustion where you can't even have a conversation because your words come out completely wrong and you pretty much forget what you were going to say by the time you get the right words out. (maybe that part is old age)

I'm not sure if I shared with you that my 2.5 year old granddaughter loves to drop the F bomb - once  she starts she just keeps going with it like she's possessed. Here's an example - My daughter's boyfriend came over and here comes Makenna walking down the hall with her hands on her hips..."What you doing in my house, you here every night, this is my house you need to get the F out. (her hand is now waving and head bobbing) You go to your F***ing house, this not your F***ing house."  That's just part of the dialog that went on.                                                                                                                    

I tried several discipline measures which all failed, but this week I finally found the one thing that makes her stop. I just walk over to her and say, " I'm going to pray for you." She runs screaming, "No, I'll be good Grandma." Not quite sure why it works, but I'm going to stick with it.

Anyway, I'm on my way to Tucson to see my hubby and offer support/ help. I made the decision not to see his dad unless he ask to see me.                                                                                

He's coming home today - was talking quite a bit on Friday. Hoping bringing him back to the house will be a good thing for everyone.

Have a great Saturday... go back to bed!


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