Our church has provided several dinners for us this week. And my sister (a strep throat veteran) sent this:
My little Gunnar-bug, a tender and compassionate soul, leaves a note on my little Dry-Erase board every time he walks by:
Tuesday was kind of a "low" day. I was feeling sick. Kerry had a major deadline and had to work most of the day (he works from home, so he was still 'in charge'). It poured all day, so the kids got a LOT of "screen time" (computer and movie). At one point, Wyatt and Tate were playing Lego Star Wars and getting very frustrated. I overheard Wyatt, near tears,
"Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!
That was all yooooooooooooooour faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaault!
You made me lose all my cooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiins!"
(Pause, breathe)
"Oooohhhhhhhh, I wish I could say a Bad Word right now!"
2 comments:
Hopefully in a few more days you can be a Tylenol popper instead of the Vicodin. Yikes I can only imagine -- actually, I don't have to imagine. Even though it was my legs in pain, I remember all too well the tiredness and the loopiness.
Rest up! and rest assured, this too will pass. ((hugs))
Deborah
Goodness, I hope the pain gets better soon. What a sweet boy you have in Gunnar, though! And ROFL with the "I wish I could say a bad word" comment!
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