I wrote this post earlier today.
Two hours later, I'm on my third load of puke-laden towels. Oh, and did I mention that she ate pinto beans? And a blueberry-lemon cupcake? That's the what the puke is laden with. Hence, I'm not happy about washing the puke-laden towels.
How is it that my husband gets all the fun days to be home with her and I get the puke days? Is there some kind of mommy law? I think I'm going to cry into the pile of snuggly-fresh clean towels that just came out of the dryer. Because I know in another hour, I'll be washing them again.
Pray for me. Please.
Friday, January 25, 2008
...and then it all came crashing down...
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Honey, I told mom that you can have first dibs on her for this weekend if you want.
Nah, we're hanging in there. Mom just told me about five minutes ago about your darling's fractured arm! OMG! Is this a freakish streak of bad luck or what??
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