Fact about me. I never match my socks.
There's something about being sick that makes me want my Mom. I woke up today not feeling so hot, and I texted my Mom and told her I wish she lived here. Moms just make you feel good when you feel so crummy. I hope when my kiddos are grown and out of the house, they text or call me and tell me they wished I was there to take care of them when they are sick. In that moment, I'll know I did good. :) I have no clue why I'm blogging right now, I should be napping while Max and K are sound asleep. I have my priorities I guess.... I hope none of you are sick, because this stinks. I'm going to go feel sorry for my sick self. Oh, and I had an appointment today to get my hair dyed, and was going to be a bit bold with what was going to be done to my lovely locks. I think this is God's way of tell me not to do that to my hair. I hear and feel ya God....man oh man do I.