These days, I resemble a beach ball with legs and arms. I feel a lot like it too. After work, this beach ball plops on the couch with no intention of moving ever again. Ever. Said beach ball is wearing me out.
Many of these "plop on the couch" nights, when it's time for bed, Matt has to help me up to at least the sitting position. Even if I had the energy, I can barely maneuver to the sitting position from a supine position.
So, last night, I tried to sit up on my own and Matt laughed at me. What was so funny?
He said, "You look like an over turned turtle with arms and legs flailing in the air".
He may be right but he was in so much trouble and I yelled at him right after I finished giggling.
Silly silly boy. Hmph.
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I apologize for Matt's thoughtless comment. I didn't raise him that way! Well... maybe I am partly responsible! We love you guys.
Dad L
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