Next time you get 4 hours for an afternoon nap while your sleep deprived husband manages the affairs of the home, please wake up less grouchy and more appreciative.
So stinking funny. I love these letters. I love that Mike chimed in here. It is funny the two perspectives, but I am still with Erin on this one because Ben does the same thing with our kids when I am trying to get a nap and I think moms will always win the battle of more sleep deprived. At least I am.
I'll have you know that at one point, I was the only Hale child that had never had a broken bone. Yes, once I finally snapped that first bone, many followed, but I held off until I was in six grade (blast that Lindey miles for tripping me in flag football and snapping my colar bone in two). Most of the time my mom couldn't tell if she was looking at her child or an angel from heaven!
Oh you think you have it rough... I have to wake up every morning before 10:00, I'm forced to endure the deliciousness of mothers home cooked meals, and I'm pressed into spending my husbands hard earned dollars. If that wasn't bad enough, when I get home from work I have such vigorous responsibilites like holding Luc or watching American Idol.
I just read this back and feel like a smuck, forgive me. love you both
Scott, yeah right. I've heard the stories! And Rach, you suck!!! May you be blessed with twins for your first children to make up for that comment! Love you both.
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So stinking funny. I love these letters. I love that Mike chimed in here. It is funny the two perspectives, but I am still with Erin on this one because Ben does the same thing with our kids when I am trying to get a nap and I think moms will always win the battle of more sleep deprived. At least I am.
"There is beauty all around, when there's love at home......" Ha ha ha ha hahahahahahah Keep 'em coming.
Hey Erin,
I'll have you know that at one point, I was the only Hale child that had never had a broken bone. Yes, once I finally snapped that first bone, many followed, but I held off until I was in six grade (blast that Lindey miles for tripping me in flag football and snapping my colar bone in two). Most of the time my mom couldn't tell if she was looking at her child or an angel from heaven!
Scott
Oh you think you have it rough... I have to wake up every morning before 10:00, I'm forced to endure the deliciousness of mothers home cooked meals, and I'm pressed into spending my husbands hard earned dollars. If that wasn't bad enough, when I get home from work I have such vigorous responsibilites like holding Luc or watching American Idol.
I just read this back and feel like a smuck, forgive me.
love you both
Scott, yeah right. I've heard the stories! And Rach, you suck!!! May you be blessed with twins for your first children to make up for that comment! Love you both.
LOL I miss you guys :-)
Pretty sure it's time to post something else besides this little bloggin' argument! Love ya
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