For years, there was no reason to shave. Razors are irritating little things, and in so many ways. The irritate my skin, my budget, and my schedule. It's become an important part of my day, though. If stubble is allowed to accumulate on my legs, I will be neither pretty, nor smooth. And so I shave. I have several friends who shower twice weekly. I can't figure out how they do it. Perhaps that's because I'm still fairly new to sharing my self with a man in such close proximity. Perhaps poor hygeine gets easier over time.
I'm still complaining about being tired, though no one is paying much attention to my whining anymore. God never intended for me to function on a mere six hours of sleep a night. Yesterday, I fell asleep on the couch in the living room, with my husband and children talking to me. They tiptoed out and let me sleep for an hour.
Tonight, I have to attend a football game at 4 and a volleyball game at 6:30. I'm a serious parent now that I have four kids. I cheer on more sports teams in a week than Brett Favre does in 5 years. It's crazy. How did these kids turn out to be so dang athletic anyway?
Crud. Now I have to go.
More another time....
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