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Life sucks pretty hard when one can’t sleep well. Feeling that badly right now.

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Sometimes, the clutter all just hits at the same time. We have too much at home. We also have too much that doesn’t have an easy place to go, so it’s either pled semi-randomly or our daughter keeps pulling it out and making it look like a storm just blew through all the time. And my phone storage is filled up suddenly, after years of use. So, starting with the phone stuff tonight, because I couldn’t stand the poor function of the phone any longer, mostly. Hopefully, the rest of the storage and clutter at home will begin tomorrow well. I moved the chairs that were in the way today, so I can possibly start working out at home again now. I also moved some ant poison stuff that I have asked my husband several times never to leave out and never to put anywhere other than with the rest of the poison and bug treatment and yard treatment stuff we have, which is in a cabinet in the garage. I was in a hurry, so it didn’t make it inside the cabinet, but the two bags are right in front of the cabinet and are no longer in the way of my stroller every time I go through the garage. Which is awesome.

Thank you, God, for our home. Help us to care for it well and to treat it well always. Keep my husband and our child safe and well, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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I let my daughter select her pajamas most nights. She just got a good handful of new ones, since she moved up a size in clothing and we realized we only had a few pajamas in the new size. Tonight was her first chance to choose (since there were actual options now). With stellar selection, she opted for the brand new silly turkeys one. My mom and my husband and I all considered whether to get it or not, because it is clearly tied to Thanksgiving and it isn’t exactly feminine or girly. But we all three were just drawn to it – we simply liked it. Clearly, my daughter felt the same way, which is really cool. Haha

Thank you, God, for my family and our safety and well-being. Please, keep us safe and well. Help us to see clearly each next step, always. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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We are slowly figuring it out. But I think we learned a lot this weekend already that will help us going forward.

Thank you, God, for these opportunities for growth. And thank you, especially, for these chances to be together as a family again. Please, keep us safe and well, especially my husband and our daughter. Thank you for our home. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Tonight, my mom went to a concert of a friend of mine. And I didn’t mind. I got to listen, and even watch a bit, from the reasonable comfort of my own bed. Yes, my daughter was attacking me as she nursed for a good chunk of the time, but it was still much better if an environment than being out at a club in sketchy downtown Houston at 10:3 at night. It was enough to be out for a semi-late dinner in a loud environment with her. She needed to be home, and I needed to be with her, for the sanity of both of us.

Granted, as I typed that, she bit my nipple, so, not the greatest, after all. But still better than a loud and grungy club late at night, knowing my daughter is either crying or passed out (meaning I won’t get much sleep before she’s up to nurse again).

Anyway, thanks, Mom.

God, keep them safe tonight especially, please. Keep my husband and daughter safe and well always, please. Help us to exude love with one another always. Thank you for our family and home. Please keep it all safe and in your hands. In your name, we pray. Amen.

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We now are on the search for a new schedule with new routines to establish as our daily and weekly routine. The plane is here. It is approved for IFR flight. My husband started commuting daily today. (He got up at 3AM for it…) Now, we just need to find a balance for sleep, spending time together as a family and as a couple, and his flying.

God, guide us clearly and kindly in this, please. Keep my husband and our daughter safe and whole and well, please. Grant us awesome sleep each night together. Keep our home safe. In your name, we pray. Amen.

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Well, at least the smell will be gone from the garage now. My husband found two dead rats in traps he had set (but that I hadn’t been able to find when I first discovered the smell this week). He got rid of them tonight, so all should be clear again by tomorrow.

Yay.

I think… haha. So bad that there were two rats to be trapped in the first place. How did they get in? And when? And why?

Ugh.

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I’ve noticed very recently that my subconscious has started to evaluate men again. Only the ones of a certain age range and wellness, but it has started to evaluate, nonetheless. Every time it happens, it makes me almost literally gag, and my stomach does a sort of nauseated lurch as I turn away, frowning. I do not like this. I do not like it at all.

And I especially do not like what it is suggesting.

As far as my subconscious is concerned, I am without a partner. And so, it has begun slowly looking for one, evaluating the quality and compatibility of the men I cross. My brain used to do it all the time. But it stopped pretty much instantly the day I met my husband.

However, he has been pretty distinctly absent from my life lately, and even more so these past couple weeks, and my brain knows it. And that scares me. Not that I ever would do anything to pursue it – I’m not afraid of that. I am afraid of the part where I have no control over my subconscious’s doing this. And I hate the experience of its happening in the moment, too.

God, free me from these fears, please. Help my husband and me to have the relationship we each need and want – help us to be our best selves with and through one another. Please, heal me of this utter loneliness. And please, keep my husband and baby safe and well and whole, and keep us always together as a family. Thank you for our home. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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W head a friends quest. I did more than half of it. My husband had two lessons to do. He forgot. It was the only time I haven’t just done it myself or set an alarm. Bummer.

But I kind of don’t care anymore. Since there’s no way to freeze the streak, so to speak, and my 99 in a row are now completely forgotten and cannot even be found anywhere, I’m pretty let down by the whole thing. And it makes me not much care about doing so well in the future. Weird, I know. But that’s how it all feels.

The company has been kind of going to crap the past couple years, anyhow, so I won’t be surprised if we end up no longer using the app at all at some point.

Well, it was fun for a long time, Duolingo, until you stopped caring about learning and cares instead about financial profits. Bummer. I used to recommend it to everyone. I rarely recommend it now.

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I had started watching the show “The Gilded Age” a few months back. One of the things I was thinking about just now that had struck me so strongly at first was how well done the accents were for the show. They were somewhere in the 1800s US in the show, and the accents were both nostalgic for me and incredibly annoying. That early American accent has always rubbed me a bit raw. Haha It isn’t quite British, but it isn’t fully its own yet. It’s like a British accent that forgot to take its makeup off two days ago, and all the smudgy bits are still everywhere, and you can still see what makeup was applied, but the general effect has gone already. Same idea, but with an accent of an entire people.

Anyway, off to sleep before I meet my husband in a few hours at the airport. Yippee-yay!

Thank you, God. Please, keep my husband and my baby safe and make them well and whole. Keep us together as a happy and loving family, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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P.S. I think I actually already wrote about this, back at the time…