Saturday, March 31, 2007
Plan number...
Every mother starts her day out with a plan. We will call that plan number 1. By the end of an average day she will have had to change plans several times and may get up to say plan number 12 or 15. A change of plans could be anything from a phone call from the sitter letting you know they can't make it, to a blow out diaper in public without a change of clothes. Today we got to plan number 97.
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4 comments:
Yikes. Just blame it all on the babysitter. . .
Ooh, that sounds rough. Hope it has been going better since.
I'm curious-tell more.
Oh Pepper! As my mom would say, "This to shall pass."
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