Cleaning out my office I found some old notes from when I had my tonsils out in 2008.
The boys would've been this age - I think 7, 9, and 12.
So (back in 2008), I was recovering and feeling pretty rotten. Kerry was stressed and snapping at the kids. It was pouring and they were stuck inside all day, having too much screen time and not enough fresh air.
It was a bad day.
Wyatt and Tate were playing something on the computer and I heard this:
Taaaaaaate! (long whine)
This is all your fault! You made me lose all my coins! (pause)
I wish I could say a bad word right now.