The Perfect Plan
Last September my mom was accused of shoplifting by an overzealous Loss Prevention officer at our local grocery store. He yelled at her that she was a thief,that she stole a case of pop, he embarrassed her in front of her peers, dragged her into the store, only to find....that she had paid for it and the cashier had just forgotten to put a sticker on it.
I might be a bit of a story teller. Especially to the twinks.
Recently I decided that it would be good for my kids to help me volunteer somewhere. I thought to myself, my children are really, really blessed/lucky/priviledged, whatever you want to call it (don't call it spoiled because then I can get cranky). They are five years old and I really don't think that they are old enough yet to realize that not everyone their age in the world gets to live in a nice house, have a fully tummy, wear nice clothes and have a playroom that is reminiscent of Toys R Us.
I hate the stomach flu. I have it. I felt fine yesterday, actually, I felt quite good. Until around 10:30pm, then it hit. I puked (TMI?) all night, and feel pretty crappy right now. I am praying that the boys don't get it.
PS The pic above is a couple of years old, they are hugging each other and giving each other a kiss...I love that pic!
Today is a weird day. My DH is working (not so weird as he works every other weekend) and my kids spent the night at my parents house. Now my parent's backyard backs onto ours so normally if the boys spend the night, they call me when they wake up and I go get them. However, my dad bought a PS3 a couple of months ago and the boys LOVE it.