Day 4: SO FUN.

 

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I’m writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge

 

It’s been a long day to day the least. Being awoken way too early by a not feeling well husband only to find I was the one who couldn’t fall back to sleep is not the best start. I quietly waited for McK to stir but she decided today was the day she would sleep in. We missed her weekly tumbling class but her BFF wasn’t able to go anyway. Phew. No need to feel guilty.

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Day 3: THERE

slice-of-life I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge

Yesterday, someone randomly mentioned the town where I went to college.  This is weird.  Jacksonville, ILLINOIS is a tiny little town in the middle of no where.  It has quite possibly the world’s smallest college that NO ONE has ever heard of.  Then, my BFF texted me to see if I wanted to go for a mani/pedi on Saturday.  These events seem unrelated but they created the perfect storm for a wave of memories to come tumbling back into the forefront my my mind.

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Day 2: Worthy?

 

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge

There are parts of me I don’t share.  For those of you who know me, this may come as a surprise.  I keep some things private or save them just for my husband or my best friend.  I feel vulnerable opening up to you all here.  I’m not sure how deep I will go.  Or if in the end, I will only write about things that are inconsequential.  My hope is that as I continue to write daily, I will become more comfortable with baring my soul to this little online community.  I also hope that I do not embarrass myself (or my husband) in the process.

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Day 1: Getting Cozy

slice-of-life I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

 

I’ve always been a morning person…in the fact that I haven’t slept well in longer than I can remember.  Therefore, waking up in the morning has never been an issue for me because I probably wasn’t sleeping anyway.  Now, pulling myself out of bed has always been a feat unto itself.  I don’t like to leave the comfort of my pillows and blankets and cozy PJs.  I don’t like to feel the cold floor on my feet or the wait for the shower to warm.

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