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Apparently being a homeschool Marm and having babies on the move, who think napping is an optional activity, cuts into my writing time.  A month has just flown by without me.  It isn't for lack of having things to say.  I have lots to say.  I might not remember what I am saying, what I've said, or want I wanted to say most days.  Again, I blame that on the two darling babies who don't love sleep as much as I do.  

It's probably best I haven't written in a month.  It's been a rollercoaster at home, in our state, and across the country.  I've started to write and then deleted more Facebook posts than I have published this month.  Sometimes it just feels good to write it.  It also feels good to delete it when you're done.  The mantra we learned in kindergarten is still true.  "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."  My better half has helped keep me grounded in this, and I appreciate him more everyday because of it.  

Speaking of my better half....is it normal that he is teaching the boys how to armpit fart, mouth fart, and "hand" fart?  I mean, I thought that was something they were going to pick-up in, like, the middle school locker-room.  He said something to the effect of, "if they are going to learn it anyway, I might as well get to teach it to them."  Is teaching them armpit farts actually a privilege?  Am I missing something?!   It's not like teaching them to shoot a gun or drive a car. 

Can I just put out a blanket apology now to all of our friends and the future teachers of our children?  We are raising those kids.  Sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm so very sorry.  

On the upside, the same guy teaching them the art of the fart, is also teaching them, in this crazy election climate, to respect and follow the law and the leaders of our city, state, and country.  No matter who is leading.  No matter who wins.  

Teaching respect.  Now that is worth something.  And for that, I'm not even a little sorry. 

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  1. NatalieNovember 13, 2020 at 9:46 PM

    I still remember your mom and I arm pit farting. We were and maybe still very good at it! I’ll never tell...

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