Most of this day is spent incapacitated with pain. Bygones. I had to push myself out the door to get some food because well the girls like to eat too.
While at the grocery I happened to hear the following exchange.
4 year old girl: Mommy I’ve been thinking.
Mother: About what?
4 year old girl: I know what I want to be when I grow up.
Mother: Really? What?
4 year old girl: I want to be a princess.
Mother: Good for you.
It doesn’t get much better than wanting to be a princess when you grow up. Here’s to the dreamers!
Mickie’s hanging with me since I don’t feel well…and by hanging I mean sharing the recliner snoozing while I type away. Someone at least can sleep.
Oh and I finished cleaning my place…the kitchen sparkles. Now I’m left with no energy and contemplating have an ultracet with dinner…or maybe for dinner.