to double the zoloft.
this is one of the many reasons i’m not posting or commenting. i had a new post ready to hit publish and my little man pushed the pretty red button on the power strip under the computer desk. and then my tech geek husband had the computer rigged to show the monitor on our 34″ tv screen, which sounds like a good idea, trust me, it’s not.
and i’m working on making christmas presents for my family. all of them. and i started 2 days ago.
and i somehow forgot how hard having a little one on the move is. how many times have i pulled him from playing in the potty. that my older ones never flush. how many times have i had to set the trash can up because he’s pulled it over. “we’re building immunity, we’re building immunity…”
how many times can i say, “where’s the baby? have you seen the baby?”
how many times can i say, “no, you must have socks and shoes on to go out. you cannot wear flip flops. they do not count as shoes this time of year”?
how many times can i say “don’t run in the house. don’t jump on the bed. what’s in the baby’s mouth?”
little ones give new meaning to “cabin fever.”
oh, it’s going to be a long winter.
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