Why? because I lived without a dishwasher for a week and lived to tell about it.
Moose, walked to and from school today for one of many evals the poor kid has to endure over the next few weeks {hence the slow-to-halt in my posting here}. He may have kicked and screamed the whole damn way, but it’s progress, people, it’s progress.
Monkey, the little acrobat, escaped from his prison cell this evening and decided to join his brother Moose in his bed. Looks like all the babies have left the building.
And me?
I’m in the thick of it, and have promised myself to rest. Restore. Recharge.
And put on a happy face.
And get my butt back to yoga.
So for one hour each week, I can float on.
Namaste.
I keep telling myself I’m going to get back over to yoga, but stuff keeps getting in the way. Hope you have better luck finding your center.
Sounds like quite the week… the only place that I can survive without a dishwasher is at the cottage, but that’s because washing dishes is the only chore to do there!
Namaste, friend.