Why do moms never get a break even when they're sick? I'm an absolute wreck. I don't know if it's a really bad cold or a touch of the flu. All I'd really like to do is stay in bed. But no.
"Mommy, the dog needs to go potty!"
"Can't you take him out?"
"No, I don't know how."
What can be so hard about opening the back door and walking out with the dog? I guess for a six-year-old that's a monumental task.
"Mommy, I'm hungry!"
"Can't you make yourself something to eat?"
"No, I don't know how."
Now that's a farse if I've heard one. That little guy is perfectly capable of raiding the pantry for a box of crackers. I've seen him do it!
"Mommy, you have to go to parent teacher conferences!"
Yeah, I did. So I dragged my sorry self to the school, looking like death run over and sounding like a hoarse frog. The teachers were probably wondering about me.
Now I really should go to bed instead of writing this blog post. But first a bit of Nyquil...
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