So I'd convinced myself I was fine not doing this bike tour thing. Mad at myself for not realizing that until the boys are bigger I can't commit to anything that will take me away from them for a full day of 10 or more hours. Mad at myself for getting all excited thinking I could do something like this when I should know better.
Then of course the mailman rang my bell and what's in my mail? The package from Autism Speaks with all my goodies for the event. Teeshirt, hat, foot lotion...
I got all excited all over again.
I tried to figure out how to make it work but it's not going to.
I have to stand by my decision to back out of the event.
Email from Dad, Part 8: New Year's - On Wed, Dec 29, 2010 at 8:48 PM, Dad wrote: *Hi Sheryl,it's google time.Just read your latest googles.Having me there on Feb.1st is a great idea,I'm looki...
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