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Saturday, December 10, 2005

The post about not much at all. . .

. . .due to the fact that my lovely children decided to give me the gift that keeps on giving-a nice stomach flu. Apparently it is my payment for having to stay up all night with them the past two nights while they puked. And some people say parenting isn't rewarding. Pfft.

And I can now say with authority that peanut butter should not be revisited twice. I normally do fine when the kids are sick, but a peanut butter sandwich 6 hours after it had been eaten about did me in.

Because my brain has melted, I'll just leave you with one final thought- Before you are a parent you don't realize that when they say "the pitter patter of little feet" they fail to mention that usually it's those little feet running away because they have crushed up cornflakes all over the couch.

1 comment:

Lacey said...

Blech...gotta love 'em!