Martie Jo was sick and not feeling too well all last week. She was really sad and pathetic, and as bad as this sounds, she was also a little funny. I was her best friend all day, her healer, the one who brings her drinks and holds her...but at 9:00pm--when Jeff gets home---I am chopped from the top of the totem pole! She would lay on the couch and if I even asked her "how she was" or "if she needed anything" she would glare at me and say..."NO...I WANT DADDY!"
I tried not to take it personal...but COME ON...Mom's just get NO credit! When she grows up she will look back and appreciate me---right? hopefully? please!!!
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Your kids are getting so big! What adorable pictures.
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