If you did, I may have my children taken away or at least get a severe scolding. While I sit here typing with a box of tissues, two bottles of pain killers and a bottle of water, they are downstairs in the playroom "playing." I am hearing all kinds of screams, screams of pure laughter, screams of jealousy, screams of monsters (pretend of course), etc coming from the playroom. I should peek down. Instead I tell myself at least I can hear them. Why am I too tired to cook dinner and play "benture" (adventure) but not too tired to surf the web or write?
I must defend a little, B, the baby, is up here with me. I am not that bad!
an addition: Mo just came up laughing hysterically saying she is having so much fun. That's a good thing.
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Your lack of attention fared much better than at my house...E and her friend were overflowing the upstairs sink!
I hope you are feeling better and your back is on the mend, too!
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