It's hard to write on the computer with a fussy 9 month old. Yesterday he broke his 101-102 fever that he'd been struggling with SINCE SUNDAY, and now today, no fever, he is just . . . Well . . . a crybaby!
Here a cry- there a cry- everywhere a cry cry . . . Old mommy is going to the funny farm . . E. I. E. I. O . . .
But I look around my blog friends and see SEVERAL sisters seem to be having "ONE OF THOSE DAYS"
Dear Yellowmama I know why we women blog! It is like a whole bunch of us mamas relating, and using sentences that are not said with a sing song voice! But pretty much we can sum up bloggin in: I relate, yup, hmm, I relate . . .blog blog blog -comment; I relate. And if I can't relate, perhaps I can imagine!"
Can you relate to me? Can you imagine?! Does anyone know WHAT IS UP with my son?
And now I am going to tackle that mountain of dishes. (No dishwasher but me)
I told my hubby one day that a special day for me would be one where I didn't have to do the dishes.
He said - "Sure, ok, then don't do them today."
*Delight* pause *reality sets in*
"No" I say "I mean a special day is one where someone else does the dishes" not that they just pile up for me to do them all the next day.
and so ends my "special day"