A plague upon our house
There is no misery quite like the state of being sick while attempting to care for a sick baby. Unless it is the state of still being sick after the baby starts to feel much better. Or the state of still being sick after the baby is much better and your husband gets sick on Christmas Eve, when the house is a public health hazard already from the mountains of snotty tissue and you were counting on getting to disinfect everything if he would only take the three regrettably vigorous and Santa-crazed children (who are already bellowing Jingle Bells at 8:25 this morning) out to the park or the zoo for the day and it's raining.
May God have mercy on our souls.
Labels: fluff and drivel, merry merry, mine all mine
—Kyran, 7:52 AM
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2 Comments:
We're very excited about your blog over here. You rock.
And sorry you're under the weather. Call us if you need anything.
ohio girl!! so good to hear from you, but you left no email or blog link. I have been thinking about you too...if you can't get rich off the poem, you could at least blackmail me with the pictures. ;)
love,
k.
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