I am on day # 3 of the Dad in Michigan. So far, Hope has thrown her cereal (with bowl and milk), got a comb stuck in her dreads, smashed the plastic fruit from the play kitchen, tried to write GB's name on the wall with a crayon, tried to initiate inappropriate play with GB, and left me with bruises. It still morning and Hope is on her mat. It is going to be a loooooong day :(
ooh. sorry. I can commiserate.
ReplyDeleteLove you!
ReplyDeleteArrrrgh, time to get the GOOD chocolate out and promise yourself something really good the minute they're both asleep. Hugs.
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ReplyDeletehope you are surviving, find chocolate and perhaps a glass of wine...
ReplyDeleteIs today any better?
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