Monday, December 19, 2011


I'm sitting, facing the wall, looking at a crack in the floor and wondering how long I'm going to be forced to stay here.  I have this nagging feeling there is something else I'm supposed to be doing but for the life of me I can't think of what it could be. I remember...I'm suppose to be having a time-out.  A reward (so to speak) for all of the hard work and accomplishments.  So, why does it feel like a punishment?

Maybe a corner isn't the best place to take a time-out. 

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