Not gonna happen.
Not now anyway.
As it is, I probably won't have much time to think about writing, much less actually do it.
We are in the process of repairs, massive decluttering and packing up the house in order to get it on the market to sell. We have just a few weeks to go before we have it listed and I'm beginning to think we won't get everything done. It's overwhelming. Monumental. We have SO much crap. My plan is to take it room by room. My friend Gwen is coming over on Saturday for a few hours to help me go through stuff and get Emma and Zoe's rooms taken care of. Hope we can do them both.
I finally went to a GI specialist and was told I'm not dying. It's the stress of the last 2+ years that is tearing my insides apart and making me feel like this. It was a relief to know that it wasn't anything serious and that I can make things better by making some changes in my life. Easier said than done...but I have to give it a go at some point.
Anyway...no promises but I'll try to write more often. And learn how to post pictures.
