You'd be surprised...when my mom worked at Emory, she used to take me to work since she worked in a lab by herself. It only takes that one time of knocking over tests tibes of blood, then you're never trusted again. *sigh* Then I got to sit in dentist chairs all day reading...
Chin up. Just a few more hours! I remember after Joe's first hospital stay with his asthma. He was in the kitchen and I was on the phone with work, trying to negotiate staying home with him an extra day, worried that he wasn't quite back to normal, when I heard the following: *fridge door opens* Joe: Oh. Eggs. *splat*
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Me, I gotta do some work...
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*hugs*
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Kids and Dropping things
I remember after Joe's first hospital stay with his asthma. He was in the kitchen and I was on the phone with work, trying to negotiate staying home with him an extra day, worried that he wasn't quite back to normal, when I heard the following:
*fridge door opens*
Joe: Oh. Eggs.
*splat*
Re: Kids and Dropping things