Chapter One ...

... In the book that I don't have time to write, but really should ;-)

It was an ordinary day. Although she didn't want to get out of bed. Her bed was soooo nice and comfortable.

BUT the 3 1/2 year old was already serving breakfast by way of dumping out a bag of cereal on his 15 month old Sister's tray. Diapers needed changing. Dishes needed doing. The laundry will NEVER do itself, she'd FINALLY conceded.


Today she didn't have anywhere to be. All of the kids were playing in their rooms. She sat down to watch her current favorite pick me up movie.

And then it happened. The Baby fell off of her Sisters' stairs to their bunk beds. She was crying hard and bleeding from her nose... and mouth.

A call in to her Mother at work, set things in motion. Her Mom was on her way to take the 4 older kids so she could take the traumatized toddler to the Dr.

The appointment eased her fears. The Baby was fine. She fell forward, and her nose took the brunt of the impact.

After checking in with the necessary parties, she took her time getting back to the rest of her crew. Stopping for some late lunch and then she would run to the grocery store.

And that was where she was mistaken. She locked her keys in the car when she got The Baby out of the car seat.

The Baby had pooped during their "leisure" time at the restaurant, and needed a diaper change.... but the diapers and wipes were locked in the car with the keys.

So, once again calling her mom for help with the LAST BREATH of battery on her cell, she packed The Baby on her hip and headed the quarter mile to the nearest Wal Mart praying she could make it.... once the cold hit, she had to pee desparately!!!

She got into the store and made it in the NICK of time to the bathroom. Knocking over a display on her way, of course. Then it was off to gather supplies to change the now leaky Baby.

1/2 hour later, her SAINT of a MOTHER was there to rescue her with the spare key....

GEEZ! I'm exhausted!!!!! ♥



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