December 9th: Sick Baby

I have come to realize that not only do good days follow with greater things, but

also the bad.

Cameron woke up last night at 2 am with the confirmation of a sick

little girl all over my shirt (if you get the gist).

We know somethings wrong when she sleeps past 6 am, 

and not only did she do that, but she slept until 11.

Poor baby girl!

Francis left Cameron a note of encouragement.

I decided to take advantage of the time alone by cleaning the living room, and dining room.

I was so excited that I had accomplished so much so early on a Sunday 

that I texted photos to my husband

bragging about what I had succeeded in doing today.

I know your thinking, really how is this such an accomplishment, but whenever

I decide to clean Cameron decides to help, Ugh! 

Such a big heart, but not such a big help.

This was my first mistake...I feel that if maybe I hadn't of bragged about this 

I might not of had a problem.

I'm allowed to think this, right?

Just a little bit ago she fell asleep for a short nap, and I mean short.

I ran to the bathroom once her last lash fell, and started to take a shower, 

that's when I heard a pitter patter of feet.

What do you do in a situation like this?

Do I get out soaking wet, hair not washed?

I decided I would brave the disaster of what could happen while I was in the shower.

Bad decision # 2!

I came to find that the living room now was occupied by an audience 

of stuffed animals watching Max and Ruby.

Cameron had felt that they were hungry and 

had dumped a bag of chips on the floor in front of them, as well.

And you would think this is all that could have been happened in just a short 15 minutes, but NO...

she had succeeded in giving her doll, Kit, a makeover, to top it all off.

Uhhhh!

It's all okay...I am going to take a deep breath and just keep on going.

P.S. I promise to get back into my crafting and baking once school is over.

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