The one who requested the BIG breakfast is too busy playing his new ipod touch (which I'm beginning to dislike immensely) to come to the table.
One left the breakfast table in a huff because his little sister wouldn't stop singing.
The last two are happy to have the table to themselves . . . more room to fight over an Easter toy, fewer voices to shout over as they argue over the syrup.
This is promising to be a loooooooong spring break,
Why do I allow my disappointment to manifest itself as anger?
1 comment:
glad to know you aren't going out of town either. a get together will come in handy. call us.
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