“Dictators ride to and fro upon tigers which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry.”
Winston Churchill

I wanna try out for middle school soccer. 3 days of tryouts later (and only one to go) - I don’t wanna be on the school team. Great. Glad I got down on my hands and knees and begged the ENT to give you a sports physical while we there Monday getting the knot removed from your head. And how did I end up raising a giver-upper anyway? Bad Mom.

We applied for the girls passports weeks and weeks ago. The US Passport Agency (bless their hearts) are doing the best job they can to handle the crazy influx of inquiries and applications but DAMN! I need them in a week. Can’t we make that happen for all the everlovin’ taxes we pay a year? Geeeeeeeez.

So were going to the Dominican Republic for Spring Break. In the DR, there is a slight risk of contracting malaria so officials recommend the use of chloroquine. I’ve heard and read mixed reviews about this practice. My husband’s doctor says not to take it. Mine says to take it. I’m not sure what to do.

We have one week left to get all of the junk out of the old house. You’d think that after a year of not living there, we wouldn’t have much to move. Wrong. I’ll be back and forth a few more hundred times with that stuff - but no whining here. I am so thankful to be selling it. I’m still scared something will go wrong, though. Paranoid, I guess.

This weekend we have a soccer game, 2 sleepovers, a reading report, moving, a trip to the dump, prescriptions to fill, furniture to sell, a horse show to get ready for and attend, Perfect Posts to link and a visit from the mother that just returned from Italy. A mother, btw, that went all the way back through security at the airport because she had 2 jars of Italian marmalade in her carry-on that she could not part with. If I made no sense in the post you just read, this should shed some light on from whence I came.

Lots of to and fro here both mentally and physically. You?

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