It is 3:28 in the afternoon. And I am in my pajamas. Still.
I should be at a photo shoot in 2 minutes, but...
...Hubby is upstairs in misery. Maybe the flu. Maybe stones. Maybe blockage.
Maybe forcing a reschedule of Sophie's baptism tomorrow.
DEFINITELY not doing that without the daddy there to see it.
Someone has to tell the mama to pull it together when her sobbing gets out of control.
Oh ... it is sooooooo gonna get out of control.
The girls have been fighting like cats and dogs all. day. long.
I pulled the Santa card ... in November.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and all that.
They are now sitting at the kitchen table writing letters to Santa, using the Toys-R-Them book as inspiration.
I told Sophie that Santa would need to be able to READ her letter or he might think "b-i-k-e" spells "c-l-e-a-n-i-n-g p-r-o-d-u-c-t-s".
She is now re-writing her list. Very carefully.
I am in the process of editing pictures from a Senior Pictures photo shoot I did recently.
Working with "boy" effects is turning out to be kinda fun!!!
Kinda wondering when/if I should reschedule said baptism.
And when/if I should force the man into the car and take him in to see someone.
I feel helpless.
I'm watching Christmas movies on Hallmark channel like it's my job.
If I really could get paid for this, I would be a rich woman.
Hattie just asked how to spell "no-no for ladies" ...
I think I'm gonna have to edit these lists ... searching for a wac vac for her last year has taught me well.
Sophie just added "power wheels go cart" to her list.
We may have to chat.
Please pray for my hubby. Please.
It is now 3:39 ... I'm out.