My daughter-in-law is starting a month of tough residency rotation duties so that she will rarely be home. Since my son doesn't return from Canada until this coming weekend and since I'm feeling so horrible (I'm censoring myself here), I decided it was time to call in the cavalry (also known as "The Commander.") Yes, my dear hubby is flying into Houston this afternoon. I can hardly wait. Laura's parents and I have also sat down and planned out our campaign strategy for surviving the next few days, figuring out who will watch the kids when throughout the days and nights.
"I'm watching you, Nana!" I heard from the end of the hallway. Sure enough, little Sweet Pea was hunkered down with all of her animals watching Spud and I playing.
I eventually persuaded her to allow me to change her and get her dressed but, because she slept so late, her PJs and bedding were pretty wet. Time to start some loads of wash.
Let's see, urine-soaked laundry, short nights, a head that feels like a bowling ball, a box of kleenex that has become my new best friend.....guess that's why, when I saw this picture of my son and some co-workers on a recent hike in the mountains of Canada, I felt like saying, "You get down from that mountain this instant. Do you hear me? You get back here. We need you......NOW!"
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I'm sorry this time with your kidlettes has been so difficult. Somehow, things like a cold hit us harder when we're past 50......guess that's why we had our children when we were in our 20's and 30's, eh?
Take a rest as soon as your commander gets there!
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