Wyatt is home this week. I think I'm one of those sicko Moms that love it when the kids are home.
It might be that Wyatt is such an Eddie Hascal, always telling me how pretty I am and how good of a cook I am and that I am THE best Mom ever.
I tell ya, I eat that stuff up. It's no wonder he has a room full of Power Rangers and Happy Meal Toys.
I guess he's got me figured out.... A nice word and a snagle tooth smile will get him the goods.
Nothing new with Wendy, except the continuing saga of the pighole she lives in.
It grosses me out that she's like that.
Don't get me wrong, I used to live like that too.
Thats when I lived in a tent and the back of a car when I was nine.
Don't be concerned, it was my Mothers idea, we all lived in tents.
Mine just happened to be a little more "rugged" than everybody elses.
The difference between Wendy and I is this...... I grew out of my slothyslobbish ways.
I will not give up hope.
I will not go in her house either.
Mike really likes his new job
So do I ; )
I miss having him home though (I know, I can't believe I said that either) because there was this huge feeling of security if anything were to happen with GK.
GK is having a hard time.
Still not sleeping well.
I think I need to move up his doctos apt.
He has terrible leg pain, can't sleep and spends a lot of time down Crazy Lane.
K Ciao'
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