I am cracking up at my last post...
We got home safely from Notre Dame and talked the whole way about how much fun we had. It really was a great time and so far from our daily lives. However, just in case we were enjoying ourselves too much God planned a huge reality check for us. We returned home in time to take the girls trick or treating and hurried around to get out the door. Lillian wasn't feeling well and kept complaining of a headache. She had a low grade fever, but in spite of my better judgment, I gave her Advil and put her in the car seat. By the time we arrived at Uncle Bill and Aunt Alberta's, Meredith was crying. I knew we were in trouble when she said she wanted to go home. I packed her up, walked out the door and SPLAT, she threw up on the doorstep. I took her home, turned out the lights we cuddled in bed. I am not a coed, I am a mom. I get the message, God. Joke's on me.
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