Sick Mommy.
Messy House.
Kids who have caught on to the fact that "Hey, we sure can get away with a lot more when Mommy doesn't feel good and doesn't have a yelling voice."
Thoughts of crawling into a hole in the backyard and the only thing keeping me from doing so is not having any energy to dig one to begin with.
Conversation between Reese and I a few minutes ago when I plopped down on the living room floor and pulled her into my lap:
Me: "I love you even when you act naughty."
Reese: "And I love you even when you scream at me."
(Doesn't that sound like something straight out of a Hallmark Hall of Fame Movie?)
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3 comments:
Hi,
Love You Site! Ill Be Back Often :)
Aww, I hope you feel better.
Very sweet. I can't relate, again, I have boys. ;-)
Feel better soon. It's stinks to be sick with little ones to have to care for. No fun. I'm just getting over a yuck bug myself.
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