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October 18, 2004
wrongest wrongness
If there's one thing I do well, it's admitting when I'm wrong.
(what a phonetically strange word: wrong)
Hannah WAS sick yesterday. We all slept in the living last night on various sofas and couches because it was too cold upstairs (50) to sleep. Brian and I are having a "let's see who can stand the cold longer/who will wuss out and turn the heat on first" contest. (He doesn't stand a chance.) It's still 60 and sometimes a little higher downstairs, so we decided to camp. (I promise when the baby's lips are blue we'll turn it on!!)
So, we're all sleeping in the living room, and Hannah wakes me up with a migraine and a roaring fever. I felt rotten! She really was getting sick. I am a horrible, unfeeling, bitch of a mom.
Posted by mryonker at October 18, 2004 12:42 PM
Comments
If it means anything, I think you are a great mom. What other mom do I know (besides me) does all that you do and still manages to juggle brownies, dance recitals, and sends her kids off to school with half clean laundry?
Posted by: Mary Ann at October 18, 2004 01:21 PM
I've been there. Told my 5 year-old to buck up and go to school, your stomach doesn't hurt that bad. She threw up on the bus, was running a fever. Oh horrible, horrible. I am guilt-ridden most of the time, but eventually get over it--like in 6 months. :)
Posted by: Laura at October 18, 2004 04:40 PM