Carol's corner

I'm tired. Absolutely bone tired. I spent the day yesterday with friends Mary and Holly (HI GALS!) at the berry farm just to the North and East of Toronto. Four hours of following my rats around the joint. It was fun and hot and sunny and I'm a little crispy. Today my mom took pity on my overworked self and took all three (yes the baby too) up to see my sister. I've been moving ever since. All I really want to do is sit and read or better yet, nap, but I've got so much to do that I can't do during the week...well lets face it, I'm overworked and way underpaid. I've got a HUGE puddle downstairs, so much that I'm wondering if something backed up from the drains. I've never seen so much down there. It took me almost an hour just to get that under control, then the laundry, and the picking up toys, and the sweeping and the...well you get it. I need a vacation.

One Week................you know that song from the Bare Naked Ladies. The one that hit it huge for them? Well it's been a week here too but I haven't hit it big. Oh don't get me wrong, there were big hits involved, but none of them were good ones. Last week Peter decided he'd held off on beating as long as he could and went for it. I think he forgot that I outweigh him, and I'm no wilting flower that will fold at the first sign of a fist. I fought back and I know I won. Police involved, hospital visits for him and it's now one week later. Yesterday I had my visit with the Catholic Childrens Aid Society. It went okay I guess. How can anything be okay with the CCAS huh? She gave me a ton of things to think about and made me realise even more than ever that I've done the right thing. I will always love him, but I don't know that he'll ever be healthy enough to be back in our lives, but I still love him. He is the man who gave me my most beau

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