I'd like you to tell me about one (or seven) of your really hard days.
Why, yes, I'd love to start. Thank you.
Last week, my Mom had pneumonia and my Dad had a nasty stomach bug. I strapped my kids in the car and drove the half hour to my parent's house to drop off some chicken soup. When I got there, my Mom was in pitiful condition and my Dad had gotten dehydrated, so much so, that he needed to go to the emergency room. My Mom was in no shape, so I drove him into town and waited in the emergency room with my children. My toddler ate a yellow Skittle off the floor while I checked my Dad in. I gagged. My son and oldest daughter got an education as the room filled with very sick people, even a gunshot wound. My hubby took them home after hour one and bathed them in Purell and I stayed with my Dad-another 7 hours. Turns out he had food poisoning and needed iv fluids, while sharing a room with a drunk granny. She had fallen pouring herself a third glass of Vodka. I'm not kidding. When I finally fell in bed at midnight, I remembered that I totally missed my monthly girl's night out. My Mama said there's be days like this.
My mama said.
Well. I feel better. It's your turn. Tell me all about it:
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