Our day was going OK. It was a little too busy for my taste, and we were reaching the witching afternoon hour. I had a blog post on the tip of my fingers, and I just wanted to jot it down. The kids were all over me and I just tried to push through so I could get it out and go play.
When I finished, they were gone. I passed a mirror and saw this. I guess I was tied up a little longer than I thought.
And my five year old is a lot taller than I thought.
I’m their princess.
I love my boys. They can put stickers on my butt any time.