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31 for 21: So much and yet nothing

It's 11:35pm. I should be in bed. Long ago in bed. But it's not been working that way.

And I have alot I want to get in before the end of the month, blog-wise. I want to talk a little about discipline and what we do with Braska. (Yes, even our perfect little compliant child occasionally pulls a naughty one on us...and she does get in trouble when that happens.) Part of me wants to talk about politics, but I can't formulate like I want when I'm this tired by the time I get to blogging. And I'm guessing I wouldn't successfully change many, if any, minds. (If you're undecided and just want some interesting perspective to consider, send me an email if you want.) I want to talk about the great things we've learned in these 23 months of being in this club that is living with DS.

But I'm exhausted. My kitchen is so darn messy. I need to get off this computer. So for now, these things will wait. And hey, who says I can't talk about them in November anyway, right?

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  1. Oh tell me about it. I wanted to be able to complete the "31 for 21" Challenge, but I've failed, lol. I got sick, and life got crazy. But, we have the whole year to tak about things pertaining to Ds. Don't stress!! :)

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  2. I also have failed to write precisely one post a day on DS... Am I surprised?? Um, NO!! It takes me so long to write even one post, that to write one a day, I would be at it all day long - and I do have quite a lot of other stuff to do in my life: like be a mum... It's busy work!!
    So don't beat yourself up, you're not the only one!

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  3. I hear ya. I have a very long political blog typed up, but I'm waiting to post it. It was a "heat of the moment" thing, so we'll see if I actually have the guts to post it. I mean, we all know how far "freedom of speech" goes right? :)

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