That Can’t Be Comfortable

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It’s been a week between posts and I still have no idea what to write about. Life has been moving at warp speed lately- outings every single night, a 3 day trip to Northern Virginia to love up on my niece (and to see my sister and brother in law too), thinking about various health issues effecting some family members, juggling two different summer camps this week for the kids, working full time, hosting 9 people over for dinner last night.  The list of our craziness could go on and on, but it finally caught up with us tonight when the Bean complained all day of a sore throat and Scorch fell asleep in the car at 3 pm after picking Beaner up from her camp.  We had plans (plans I was so excited for) to go to a BBQ with friends, but I had to simply say no and put my kids to bed early. Like 6:45 early.  They needed it desperately.

But regardless of how tired they are, the kids were not going down without a fight. After putting them to bed, I called one of my oldest friends to catch up. While I was on the phone, Bean came out of her room to tell me how she wasn’t tired. I was washing the dishes, so I told her to go back to bed and didn’t pay attention to what she was doing. About 2 minutes later, I finished up and turned around and found her sound asleep on the kitchen floor.  So much for not being tired.

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About Heather

I am the lucky mom to two kids. Scorch is my baseball obsessed 9 year old son and Bean is my crazy, loving 7 year old little girl. I'm happily married to the Hubs. We live in the middle of nowhere with two cats and one certifiably crazy dog.

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