I spent a few days last week fighting with a printer and sticking little graduation caps on self-made announcements for the oldest. The first mailing went out today; the last few stragglers will go out tomorrow. I suppose it's just now starting to sink in with me. Combine that with a Mother's Day weekend and an emotional time of the month and you've got a recipe for one weepy woman.
Tomorrow the middle turns sixteen.
Saturday the youngest goes to her first dance.
Good grief.
I kinda feel sorry for my husband.
1 comment:
I'm thinking you already know that recommendations will be made that you indulge in dark chocolate and hot baths!
Hang in there!
Pearl
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