5:42 Sunday night- fixing dinner, DH is walking on the treadmill. Jeffrey drops Abby off the couch and she busts her lip open. Crying and bloody clothes ensue.
5:49 Beanie barfs on the living room floor, and before I can get there, Abby is playing in it.
After church, while I was upstairs lying on the bed, Beanie dumped a whole jug of red Kool-Ade on the kitchen floor. I never buy Kool-Ade. Now I remember why. DH cleaned most of that one up, all I had to do was bleach the red from my butcher block island.
Off to finish cooking dinner. It’s such a good thing Sunday is a day of rest.







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August 5, 2007 at 7:09 pm
em
I sigh for you too.
August 5, 2007 at 9:02 pm
anordinarymom
Yikes. Double sigh here. I hope it gets better ….
August 5, 2007 at 9:51 pm
hairyshoefairy
Yeah. Rest for who? From what? If we’re still taking care of kids there is no real rest in sight, it seems.
August 6, 2007 at 8:53 am
Melissa
There are people who rest on Sunday? These people must be childless… hope the rest of your evening was better!
August 7, 2007 at 11:32 am
Heathen
clear koolaid saved the day many a time when we were kids…