I don't wish to be a princess, pampered wife or even a massive celebrity. My wish is simple. I want to come home and have someone make me dinner, all laid out, prepared and ready for me to eat, then I want to be taken into a warm bath where I lay there while I'm washed (nicely people-stop thinking so dirty), toweled off, hair blown out, powdered up and finely put into the softest p.j's and tucked into my bed, which had nice crisp sheets on, with a soft kiss on the forehead.
Anyway, back to the real world-and a son who has started to spit his food out at me. Not on purpose, well I guess on purpose, but because his new thing is blowing raspberries. My face just happens to be there when the food comes out in the raspberries.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
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