Darah Should Be Named Damien

Today started off fairly well. Dyson woke up, got ready for school, got on the bus without any issues and Darah and I came home.

Darah and I went to Gymboree. We had fun. We came home. She fell asleep. The phone rang.

The school nurse called to let me know that my little man was sick. He had a fever of 101 and I needed to pick him up.

So, I woke up my Dare Bear and we picked up Dyson.

He cried when he saw me and it broke my heart. I think he was just so overwhelmed and seeing me made it OK to let it all out. I guess Moms always have that affect.

I took him to the pediatrician and he had an ear infection.

This is when I realized my daughter was evil.

Dyson fell asleep on the way to the doctor's office and on the way back home. Darah commenced to yelling at him to wake up and at one point she threw her wireless headphones at him. WHAT?!? She is so mean to him.

I told her to be quiet, because Dyson was sleeping and he was sick. She didn't care. Are girls born evil or do we turn this way?

Get Off Me Tracy!

So, I met this girl a couple of years ago. She reminded me of well...ME! So, of course I love her. She gave me crapola about my blog, so here I am...posting something.