"Okay, you were born in 1971 so in 2001 you were 20...add nine years.......(calculating)......you're 29?"
No, he's not. And that doesn't even add up. Plus he was born in 1977.
Here is why I was tired:
I took Larry to his doctor Monday morning because he couldn't breathe. All night Saturday and Sunday...wheezing and coughing. His doctor took one look at him and sent us straight to the E.R. The E.R. doctor tried three different treatments and then admitted him into the hospital. What? A night in the hospital and my son has a severe case of croup? I left about ten pounds of homemade fudge on my counter figuring I'd be right back to wrap it up and deliver it to friends. Weird how what we THINK we'll be doing isn't always what we'll be DOING in life or on a Monday morning.
That's why I was tired.
My lovely friend Erica took Lennon home after preschool for me probably thinking she had to feed him lunch. Little did she know she'd have him all day, he'd be joining her family for Christmas tree shopping that night and would sleep over as well. Luckily she only has four kids of her own and nothing else to do. Same with my other angel Angela...three kids and a full time job but took Lennon for dinner and hot chocolate that night.
|Tod's birthday dinner...better than what I had planned|
|A positive about hospital stays...I love these things.|