About to start talking to the lamp
It had been one of those days, an endless blur of errands and activities. Now I'd lost my keys and was frantic because we were headed out again. I finally found my keys in the sofa, whisked both girls outside and into the car. I took one last look in the back seat to make sure I hadn't forgotten one of the kids, because according to those Lifetime movies that sort of thing happens more than
Date: October 30th, 2012 @ 02:04
Categories: Family Travel, Independent Travel
This post was originally posted by Marsha Takeda Morrison @ sweatpantsmom.
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