Sweet Baby Girl on the right,her best friend K on the left.
Today is Tuesday, and I have a sick peep. Sweet baby girl, 13 year old, has the flu. She woke up to it, and I got to pick it up. If your a mom, you know what I'm talking about. I knew something was strange because Blue Eyed Husband said at 6:45 this morning, "Katie needs you." It was 6:45, (in the morning, yes, I was up), but Sweet Baby Girl is NEVER up at 6:45, and she's 13, and thinks she NEVER needs me. So I knew it wasn't good. WHAT?!,I looked at Blue Eyed with a scrunched up face. And I was right. Sweet Baby Girl was coming around the corner, "I just p----." Where, I'm thinking.Before I could ask, "Right beside my bed." Yeah, thats not in the bathroom. Oh well... Being a mom, you pick up lots of p---. After awhile, it's really no big deal.
Tuesdays at our house is known as grocery/errand day. Mom gets the goods, peeps eat well when they get home from school. 16 and 18 year old were aware that their sister was sick before they went off to what they call The Stupid Place, other wise known as school. Now, I know my boys, and I can bet that they are thinking all day that I won't have time to do groceries, and the first thing they will ask as they get into the car won't be, "Hows Kate". It will go something like this, "Did you get groceries?" No boys, I haven't had time yet. "Is there anything to eat at home?" Probably not anymore than what was there when you left this morning. Thats when the grumbling from the passenger, and back seat starts. I of course give them THE EYE, which translates to them as, seriously boys, your sister is sick, remember. And just for a moment, and only a moment, with a touch of feeling in their voices so I will put THE EYE away, they say, "Oh yeah, hows Kate?"
Hugs from Maine