Wednesday, May 19, 2010

You are forewarned...

Do not wake up my baby. Otherwise I will send you to time out for the week.

And should you feel inclined to whine/cry/scream at me today, don't bother. There are five people ahead of you in line, and they have done more than enough for the next week.

Should you happen to find an extra night's sleep lying around, please send it my way. I could desperately use it.

And should you be misguided enough to want some pink eye/croupy stuff/teething?/congested cough/allergies, let me know. We've got lots and lots to share.

I keep thinking, "This has to stop sometime. I can't do this much longer." And then the Lord says, "Let's find out if you can." I'd rather not.


  1. Ok, first off, I LOVE that picture! Super super cute. Second, I'm sorry you're having such a hard time! Is there anything I can do to help? Can I bring you dinner some night? Do you want to send the non-sick kids over our way for an outing this weekend so you can have a bit of a break? Let me know!

  2. Thanks Mary. Currently all of us are sick, so there is no one to send, but I really appreciate your willingness. Let me see how tonight goes before I commit to anything else. (I'm really hoping last night was the worst and we're on our way to getting better.)