Still feeling like sodden roadkill here. One of the moms at Eliza's dance class encouraged me to try an herb called quercetin, and my neighbor was practically taking notes on my behalf ("Did you get that? QUERCETIN! Sounds like "curse-a-tin" which is how your allergies make you feel!" Thanks, Emily. I needed another brain besides mine to be functioning right then.).
But in the midst of my sniffly, sleep-deprived, irritable day, my 5-year-old daughter spoke truth to me, and her words dripped like quiet honey into my ear. I had just taken her to task for Errant Behavior X, and after I firmly informed her that in conclusion, Behavior X was unacceptable, she nodded solemnly at me and answered, "But you STILL love me. Right, Mom? And that will NEVER fade away."
Gulp. That would be a definite yes. Sniffle, sniffle.
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so much for trying to be public relations manager along with stage manager. sniff, sniff. LOL
really, i'll be ok. eventually. maybe i'll send you the coupon and you can skip the step of wrapping the rolls around your house, and just use it for what it was intended..LOL
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