Wednesday, June 6, 2007
As I sit here and slowely drizzle coffee down my throat my headache melts away, my crabbiness flies off and my soul wakes up (an hour after my body does). Why am I frustrated? I called a coupe of food banks yesterday to see if I could volunteer but due to insurance stuff they can't allow kids there. I want to teach my kids to have a heart for the unfortunate but I have no idea how to move past donating money/things to the care organizations in our area. Any ideas? I have all the time in the world this summer to do stuff for other people but I can't find a way to do it. ARGGGGGG! (oh, and the picture represents the way I feel after my first cup of coffee in the morning but Eliannah is just drinking water.)
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