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So tired

Still recovering from slumber party. Dealt with two cranky kids all day long. Who wouldn't leave me alone -- I had to play games and do crafts with them because they were sooo sad that the fun was over. "You still have to do what I want you to," Mallory said, "because it's my birthday party that's over now." Phoebe kept crying because Mallory wouldn't share her birthday presents, and I kept explaining that you don't always have to share birthday presents because they're special. Then we went to another birthday party (Chris's cousin) and two members of that family have what seemed suspiciously like swine flu, so now we have the spectre of that contagion looming over us. I don't know if any of this has made sense. I need to unload the dishwasher and fold some laundry but I'm so tired that I may just go to sle

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aimee said…
Oh you brave souls. I hope you catch up on your sleep.

And I really hope you don't get sick.
10:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Hope that you don't get sick too.

Slumber parties are really not much fun for anyone except the children at the very moment of the party!

Mom
10:59 PM
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