Sunday, February 6, 2011

Eight Days a Week

I can't help but be envious of anyone who doesn't have to do therapy....

Eight days a week.

Seven days a week.

Six days a week.

Five days a week.

Four days a week.

Three days a week.

Two days a week.

or even,

One day a week.

Baaa Hooo!

Ok, I'm done complaining...

for now ;o)


  1. My dear, dear Jen.

    I've said it before and I'll say it a million times again, I DO NOT KNOW HOW YOU DO IT!!!!! You are amazing, unbelievable, tenacious, loving and 4,98,175 other superlatives.

    I love you and complain all you want.... or don't, you have the right to do WHATEVER you want!!!

  2. I remember how that was.

    Oh, how I wish that blogs were popular back in 1997. I would have had one to document all our days on THE PROGRAM.

    And there would have been A LOT of complaining!

    It's OKAY to complain. We understand!

  3. I don't know how you do what you do. I hate that you have to do it. It really truly isn't fair. You don't have to complain, I'll complain for you! Hugs to you!