OK. So I was having a momentously crappy day. DS#2's daycare called at lunchtime to let me know he had some sort of rash on his belly and back and legs. It wasn't there this morning as far I know. So I go to tell my office manager that they want me to come pick him up. She says that I have to go and get him and come back to work. I wanted to take him to a doctor. "well you work for one." ush: He's not a pediatrician (I won't saw what kind but not my first choice to take a kid with a rash). Fine. I can't lose this job until I find another one back home (another crappy thing- I haven't heard anything back from my interview yet and now I am really starting to worry ). Finally the day is over (and DS#2's rash looks like it's fading but I'll have to see in the morning what it looks like). I cry and cry on the way home because I really don't know how I am going to get through all of this. The little bit I talked to DH on the way to pick up DS#1 from afterschool program made me worry even more because he's hurting a lot. I get home and in the mail is a card from...
Wander! Thank you SO much. You don't even know how much this made my day. You are so sweet. There was a nice card and as Wander put it, "a little bit of retail therapy": a pink flower cell lanyard. I cannot believe how you and Voodoo and so many other people have reached out to me and we've never even met IRL. THANK YOU!
Wander! Thank you SO much. You don't even know how much this made my day. You are so sweet. There was a nice card and as Wander put it, "a little bit of retail therapy": a pink flower cell lanyard. I cannot believe how you and Voodoo and so many other people have reached out to me and we've never even met IRL. THANK YOU!