Dear mom,
The baby is crying.
The kids are fighting.
The laundry is growing.
The dishes are molding.
It is barely 11am--and. . .
There. Is. Poo. In. A. Drawer.
You never said there'd be days like this. . .
Love,
Emily
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
My Day (so far)
Posted by Emily C. at Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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5 comments:
Is that for real?? How fun! We've all had days like that....poop on the floor, in the tub, in underwear....but a drawer? That's a new one.
Better a drawer than the floor? Maybe?
Rough day for you, I'm so sorry!!
funny...sorry. can't wait to get married some day and have kids.... :)
Oh my goodness!
I say, as soon as Dan gets home, the kids are all his and you get a pedicure. You deserve it! Hang in there.
How dare Dan do that. That is way too funny Emily. I like the letter you wrote. Glad to see I'm not the only one that feels that way.
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