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I fell asleep last night utterly exhausted and yet a bit guilty that I didn't update with my totals.  Just one more day of the challenge, ladies and then we can digest the data and come to some conclusions.
Speaking of challenges, how did you do with mine yesterday?  I did okay...I kind of bit The Man Beasts head off when I told him he just shouldn't speak at all to the Boy because nothing good ever comes out when he did.  He could have retaliated and bit my head off.  Instead, he said some Man thing about making him a stronger and more witty man.  I will never understand how men communicate.  All I know is that the Boy is rarely hurt or offended by what The Man Beast says to him.  It's a guy thing and I should cut the apron strings and let the Man Beast mold his boy to become a Man.  If I live a million years, I will never understand how men communicate.  But then, I suppose that's why God gave She Beasts Man Beasts in the first place - to communicate with our Boys.

My tallies yesterday weren't an exact science.  Here is what you need to know:

I got up at 6:30-ish to make the Man Beast his lunch.  I had coffee and checked email after he left.  Did some laundry, piddled around the house, made breakfast.  Then, I got a phone call for a job interview for 4 pm that day.  After that, my mind pretty much goes into a fog.  I'm excited. I'm scared.  I'm nervous.  I'm going to throw up.  All of this in a matter of nanoseconds.

I took the kids to a church friend's house at 3 and I went to my interview while they played in the pool.

(BTW, the interview went really well.  My friend, as well as a few other character references seem to feel I got the job.  I'm not sure.  I think it could go either way.  I will let you know as soon as I know something).

After the interview, I stayed at my friend's house and talked and talked and talked.  I got back in the car with dripping wet kiddos only to discover the Man Beast had called nine times.  Uh oh.

He was not happy when I got home (he had to 'break' into the house because I had locked all the doors, he got home earlier than expected, and he didn't have a key).  Hurried to make dinner.  Finally ate around 7 or so and then watch TV with the man beast until 10.

There ya go...that was my day.

Until next time...


  1. Praying you get the job!!! I hear you, when it comes to men and boys!
    I love ya and thanks for being a friend!!


  2. Any news about the job? Where at? So very cool, Iva. Very happy for you!!!! Blessings.


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