Monday, August 31, 2009
56 Minutes
56 minutes could mean a lot of different things to you and I. How long until you have to leave the house for work. How many minutes it takes you to cook supper. The amount of time your little one is napping. How many more minutes you would like to add to your day. To me 56 minutes is how long Nathan was frozen in Sarah's loft bed. He was too afraid to climb down. Did I mention he screamed for all of 56 minutes? We tried coaxing, reassuring, reasoning, threatening and finally we just left him up there and waited him out until he called for Daddy. 56 minutes can seem really long, depending on what you're doing.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
Carla.
I don't even know what to say.
This is probably one of the funniest things you've ever written.
Why thank you, Erin.
My faves?
Type in Decorating Tips or To Bug Him into Search Blog.
Carla,
Your "fave"s are verry good!
Gasoline? No need to answer.
I was at Hobby Lobby today. Christmas ornaments and ceramic pumpkins are on sale. Yippeee! :(
I'm with you on the Christmas decorations. Fewer is generally better unless there are lots of helpers around.
I heart the smell of gasoline.
There is a post in archives called Constant Craving. Sept 2005 I believe. :)
Aug 2005 sorry.
I was a tad wordier back then.
Post a Comment