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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

well crud

Ok...see...when I leave town there is a lot to think about. Either it's because I'm getting a new child and am trying not to jump out of my skin with excitement, or because we have big decisions ahead of us and I'm worried. Add to it the fact I have the mom job...packing for the kid coming along, all the paperwork that has to go with us (almost as much as for the adoption!) and thinking about the other kid's stuff too. The one who's staying behind, and trying to make things as easy as possible for Dean.

So is it any surprise I forgot to bring pajamas for me?

Anyone who knows me knows that all the reasons listed above have NOTHING to do with the fact I forgot my pj's.

1 comment:

Kathie Brinkman said...

That's because you don't wear pj's--unless of course, you're like, sharing a hotel room with a 10yr. old boy! Ooops.