The children have been home for 24 hours and well, it's a real gamechanger.
Dear Lord, I am already exhausted. It's true that you can't stock up on sleep. Heaven knows all I did for the past 4 weeks was sleep and work and lie around like the Princess I was meant to be. Coach and I ended Granny Camp 2011 with several days in the mountains in a cabin in the treetops where we ate fried Oreos and slept. (Tangentially we attended a Catholic church that was so mountain-arse backward that we might be a smidge Baptist. I even heard a banjo coming from the choir loft...)
This morning 8 year old Jack made me eggs for breakfat. By himself. He instructed me to "Slice the strawberries Mama and then sit down." Shortly thereafter, they launched a full force attack and required my attention and action all freaking day.
Mama? Is tired.
So Coach? Is taking them to the pool.
August 3, 2011
Gamechanger
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2 comments:
I'm Baptist ;) We never had banjos though, although that might have been a game changer for moi! haha!
I've always said that, in my little Eastern Kentucky town, everybody (regardless of denomination) is Baptist. I think it applies to a lot of rural places!
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