Just when I almost nominated myself for sainthood, I've done dug my heels in, and am extremely P.O.ed.
It is almost 1 pm. There is a soccer tournament final at 3:15pm. I've had my son and his two friends, and their beloved rowdiness all weekend and took them to all the games that got them to the final. On top of a busy week. My husband calls from the golf course. He's running late. Poor thing. Do I mind taking them?
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Just a bit.
About Me
- Hope
- I am a woman who is content with herself and her life, but believe that each day brings new possibilities and opportunities that I intend to be open to. I am an intuative person who does not always listen to herself.
3 comments:
LOL why is it always left up to the mom?
Oooh..that would make me raw. Work, I get. Golf and "running late"...I don't.
Uh oh. Hope he survived, and that you're not now blogging from prison. That is, as the SPQ's would say, a man that might need killin.
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