After trying to give a screaming, back-arching, hands-flying, feet-kicking almost two-year-old Monkey a breathing treatment, I feel the same as I did yesterday.
Any offers?
Monday, June 9, 2008
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1 comment:
Sick monkeys are harder on the mommies.
My heart goes out to you. Along with my hands holding martinis. I sure wish I could reach that far.
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