13 HUGS, 6 children, 8 adults (1 husband, 3 neighborhood friends, 2 friends at The Little Gym, 1 new friend at The Little Gym)
*Breathe in* *Breathe out* Some days I just need to remember to do that. Some days that’s all I can do. 23 month old is teething? fighting a cold? just plain miserable? Regardless, the day was slightly stressful just trying to keep myself together.
Just as I was ready to settle down for a nice peaceful night after hubby got home, the fighting started. No, not between the boys. Between the dogs. Ugh. Their first big fight. Seeing Abby’s jaws around Sadie’s neck did not do anything to calm my nerves after the day I had. (They were both fine, they were just being sisters.) So, here I sit, writing my blog anxious for the moment I can slip away and take a bath while hiding from the world. And that can happen just as soon as the kids are down, the dogs have been walked, the house is locked up, the laundry is folded, the dishes put away, oh forget it. I am going to bed.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.