I should be on a beach somewhere with an umbrelly type drink in my hand and one on the way courtesy of my waiter, Sanchez. The sun and the sand...mine all mine.
Instead, I am cleaning up after a sick 8 year old boy, digging out of 10 inches of snow and taking my daily sanity walk to fetch the mail.
As I was LOUDLY telling my 5 year old and 2 year old to "get along" I couldn't figure out why Timothy wasn't latching on. Kinda hard to do with his eyeball I guess. Poor thing.
Is it Friday yet???
3 comments:
You hang in there girl! I know trite phrase--hey I could have said "Haven't you had that baby yet?"
Praying for you!
Love K
Let's make a date. Five years from now, you and me and Kelli on a beach waiting for Sanchez. We will go the week after spring break, though, don't need that much excitement!
I'm all over THAT, girlfriend. Don't know if I would like the Spring Break idea, either, tho. Too much skin...I certainly have enough to look at all by myself. Here's to Umbrelly drinks!
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