I was on the phone with Paul while nursing the baby.
Something I do a lot.
The nursing the baby part that is.
I look over to the kitchen and I can tell see that something is off…I tell Paul,
“CRAP. I gotta go. One of the kids got into something.”
I sigh, set the baby down and go take a looksee to confirm which child did it.
He made no effort to run. He smiled at me as a matter of fact.
He was hugging me and telling me, “I sowwee Momma.”
And then I got to cleaning.
If ever you were wondering if I was ever bored at home with all my kids.