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I dropped Dennis off at the airport this morning and as I pulled away from the departures curb I started to worry. What if he forgot something in the car? I looked around. Nothing. Maybe I should call him to be sure? Looked around for my cell. I left it at home. I tried to push the thought out of my mind because I know he got all his bags. I get on the highway and I start to worry about what I’d do if something happened to him over there. How would I survive on one income with a mortgage, full time daycare for two and car payments? Not to mention not having him around to be my support, my friend and a dad to the girls. We hold eachother up. I worry about what he’d do without me too.

We need to get life insurance.

I finally get home to my trashed house and I tackle the one thing I’ve wanted to get done all week. A play area for Maya. We moved the treadmill last night so I got out the fence and hosed it down outside. It had dog pee on it. Yuck. I pushed the couch over and laid down the foam floor and rugs and set it up. So now we have a nice, safe place to put Maya where she can be mobile and play with Jada too.

Once I was done with that I had no clue what to do next. I turned on the washing machine and threw in some towels I used to mop up the floor when the toilet overflowed two weeks ago. That’s a start at least. But there’s just so much more to get done and I don’t know where to start. I need a plan. And that’s why I’m on my laptop.. obviously not making a plan because I’m here typing. sigh..

I should take some before and afters of this hole.