Monday Heather called in again, her Aunt died, she needed a day to mourn.  I feel bad for her, she’s been having a difficult time. I don’t know her that well so I can’t say if this is normal or extra ordinary circumstances. But something has happened to poor Heather to prevent her from coming to work or being to work on time more days than not. I was really looking forward to my break yesterday, but Jack, Fiona, and I had a nice day. I didn’t have time to write though. linda came in the morning and I was so tired when the babies took their nap I watched the final episode of Married at First Sight! What a disappointment! No one stayed together! 

We just got back from the discovery museum. The babies are sleeping in the car. 

  I decided writing or reading would be the perfect thing to do in situations like this. I just park my car under some nice trees and shade in the mall parking lot and I’ve got my quiet time! Genius. Jack and Fiona had so much fun at the museum today.
   

It’s gorgeous. Life is good. I mean that’s what I need to focus on anyhow. This morning I decided to read the news. http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-33209548

The first article I read was how so many species on the Earth are becoming extinct and mankind is on the road to ruin. Then I read about how many people have died in Pakistan and India from the heat wave. Last I read about how skinny jeans may be bad for your health. 

The first article on extinction really made me sad. It always does, it reminded me about when I was young learning about the dinosaurs and how they became extinct. I loved that lesson, drawing them, learning their names. It also made me think about how we were taught about conservation and protecting the Earth. I wonder what I will be teaching Jack and Fiona? That I’m sorry, it’s too late, the world is doomed? Only the rich will be able to survive? What will be the message? My generation and my moms generation haven’t been able to stop the destruction of the Earth. The poor Lemurs and bees. But I can’t let myself go too far in that direction of thinking or I might need to start taking Zoloft again. I hear Jack snoring, they are sleeping so soundly as I sit here and type on my new fangled typing machine. My IPhone! It’s hard on the wrist and hand, but it gets the job done! 

It’s the little things that count now. I told myself the other day from now on I’m going to be proud of what I’ve done so far, I’m not going to worry about what I’m going to do or haven’t done yet.