My dearest Brain, WHERE ARE YOU?
Oh I know, Bowen took you out of my head, mushed you up and flushed you down the toilet.
That little rascal.
It has been one of THOSE days.
You know THOSE days... where you feed the kids ramen for lunch and Tutti Fruities for dinner.
Where somehow an entire box of donuts ended up in your cart at the grocery store... and disappeared before dinner. A mystery to me.
Where monster mom came to visit. No 1,2,3's today. It's one strike and you're out. And why are we on out #25? It's a good thing it's dark out because that means to bed with you. Kindly... brush your own teeth, read your own books, say your own prayers (pray for your mom), and go to bed. I would really like to just sit here and watch it all happen. And that I will do... until I realize it's not going to happen. Then I'll use blunt force trauma. ( :
Dearest Bryan, best to leave the hip fractures to their own devices and come home to your wife NOW.
Things I'm working on today....
- how many days I can go without mopping my floor.
- how many times I can refold the throws on my couch in one day.
um, bye
4 comments:
I wish I lived at that house down below you so you could just send those little rascals down the slide we'd built and have some time to yourself!
Hugs Marie! I'm sure those preggo hormones aren't helping one bit either.
Don't you feel that way everyday? I know I do. I definately am learning patience. I find myself gritting my teeth all too often...I am going to need a great dentist after a few more kiddos, but you do have to love the great moments!
I am so glad I am not the only one that has days like that. Sounds like the next day was tons better.
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