A Day Off
Sometimes, when you're a mom, 28 weeks pregnant and fighting stupid persistent cough, and you take a day off sick, it can look like this:
Wake up, drive toddler to daycare.
Come home, shovel driveway and sidewalks.
Drive to lab to get bloodwork done.
An hour later, drive to walk-in clinic where doctor suggests cutting all foods that make life worth living to fight heart-burn which could be causing the cough.
Go buy two cupcakes at Sprinkles and eat them.
Two minutes after arriving home, get phone call to come pick up inconsolably cranky toddler.
There goes the day "off".
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Poster Mom for Picking-Your-Battles
I was in Chapters the other day, lounging on a wooden chair near the train table while Cole played. A woman arrived with three young boys. One of which had a decidedly "layered" look going on. The woman turned to me and shrugged, "He's wearing nine shirts. He's trying to break his record."
I was in Chapters the other day, lounging on a wooden chair near the train table while Cole played. A woman arrived with three young boys. One of which had a decidedly "layered" look going on. The woman turned to me and shrugged, "He's wearing nine shirts. He's trying to break his record."
Saturday, January 01, 2011
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