sick children at home
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today I got a special treat for you: Both children have remained home from school today. All day. With fever and Schnottnase.
the beginning I had myself under control and got handkerchiefs and Kopftätscherlchen distributed, had a song on his lips and otherwise would have no one, except maybe Julia, any behavior problems remarks that would have hinted at the impending madness.
Then, after I was back from college, the tide turned. It's amazing how many times per minute, a child can make nonsensical questions. Even more amazing it is but mind you, as a child can prove wasweissichwieviel degree fever so unspeakably much staying power to put these questions in exactly the same words and exactly the same annoying voice over and over again! But that alone would be so far from being a reason to be the brains to mess up - it has to be finally used to! It's like the ticking of the clock, you know?
The constant yelling or loud Vonsichgeben of meaningless sounds in between but already brings a question to this, rather than whether one had all the marbles together, as it was decided to be nanny. This question mark behind it even completely disappears when the good child, in order to get attention, starts pretending to choke or suffocate in these moments and replaced by two fat exclamation point.
the afternoon I'm actually a hair crazy. The only thing that stopped me halfway out of your mind, was a short contact with the outside world (thanks Jan!) And my plan to me after the work is a pretty big bottle of wine take to go to the gas station, then buy a pack of cigarettes, I feel on the sidewalk next to the gas station cozy to make all cigarettes and smoking on quasi ex, while the vino stunned my cough.
Miraculously, I am but can actually pull together again, got the kids bathed and showered and wondered, is whether the jump in the key would have stuck by itself!
But as so often in this world: Too early happy. Before the dinner, then had forgotten all education and the madness won the upper hand.
The upshot:
But to make sure that I will in 28 days of my dearest friends rather than men who only do my best, I'll pick up spare Further you and drink of my wine.
Salut! The dog was
not so buried in the details, but the point is the cruelty of the fact that you can not do with sick children nunmal rather than thumbs can rotate and thereby the Grippemief inhale. The fault with the covert emergence.
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