You Know, If You want Clean Sheets—All You Gotta Do is Ask
We passed in the hall, two tired souls weary of the repetitiveness in which we find ourselves. No morning pleasantries. Eyes diverted. She moved steadily toward the laundry, a bundle in her outstretched arms. I continued about the business of folding and sorting.
As she returned, I called out almost questioning, “Zella?”
“Dad,” her simple, flat reply.
“What’s going on?”
I knew the answer but for some reason felt the need to ask.
Then, raising both arms and letting them fall to her little naked side in a manner that let me know she was just as frustrated as I, she said, “I peed in my bed….Again!”
Oy!!
Enjoy your St. Patrick’s Day. I’ll be doing laundry.
Was the pee green, at least?
XBox–No I can honestly say–the kid is well hydrated!
Aw, poor kiddo….
Hope your SPD was otherwise festive. I made my traditional Irish stew, being half Irish as I am.
BTW, I received my poster yesterday!!! (It took me a long time to decide what to choose for the image). It turned out wonderfully, they had super fast shipping, even to Canada, and so well packed it was perfect. Thank you so much again Ed!
Maureen–St. Paddy’s was one of the best on record. And I’m so glad you won and had a good experience.
Loved how you wrote this. Good stuff (well, at least something good came of it!)
Keep those funny anecdotes coming. =)