I am avoiding. I am avoiding EVERYTHING. I have Christmas presents out that need to be finished. I put out some stuff to bake but even that seems like work. All I want to do is sit. Sit in the quiet. NO TV NO kids NO dog NO noise but the wind and the leaves and the whirr of the furnace OH and the washing machine. I need to hear that. I am out of unmentionables. It's an important sound. It is also the sound of success. Success that I actually DID do something on my "to-do" list.
You know what else I did today? (while I was avoiding my to-do list)
I just sat. Sat and watched my girls twirl around with Angelina Ballerina. They were so happy. Twirling and falling and laughing. It made me laugh.
They aren't happy anymore. Their tummies hurt. I am hoping that this stomach aching situation won't turn into a vomit situation. I will be in trouble. Dusty does the puke patrol. He is a great dad. I hope the girls remember that. I hope they remember that he was the one that cleaned up the puke. That job deserves a lot of credit.
2 comments:
Hahaha poor poor Dusty on puke duty! Did they end up getting sick?
Any puke for the dad? How nice that he does that...Terry has to leave the house if there is even any gagging. You are SO lucky!
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