Time must be marching on.....
Time must be marching on towards a holiday/travel event. Know how I know? Well..one young King woke us up at 4:00 a.m. with the lovely retching sound that means one young toddler is ill. Of course...he was cranky at about midnight, so I had brought him into our bed.
So...Mr. Oz changed our bed, I changed the toddler and brought him downstairs...where he proceeded to watch the Crebidles ("Incredibles" for those not in the know), and lay around pathetically. Tis always the way....something exciting approaching (like a holiday, like a travel event, like his brudder coming home)...and he gets ill. So here I sit..bleary eyed....cup o' coffee in hand....listening to the Wiggles on the TV....and wondering how I will ever get anything accomplished at home or at work......and then realizing......who cares....the King is ill and needs his mommy....and that is enough to accomplish for one day.
So...Mr. Oz changed our bed, I changed the toddler and brought him downstairs...where he proceeded to watch the Crebidles ("Incredibles" for those not in the know), and lay around pathetically. Tis always the way....something exciting approaching (like a holiday, like a travel event, like his brudder coming home)...and he gets ill. So here I sit..bleary eyed....cup o' coffee in hand....listening to the Wiggles on the TV....and wondering how I will ever get anything accomplished at home or at work......and then realizing......who cares....the King is ill and needs his mommy....and that is enough to accomplish for one day.
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