Medicine for 1 wife and 3 kids beat down from the flu and one dead-tired Dad? $57 dollars.
Carpet cleaner, Lysol, and detergent to clean everything from the plague? $23 dollars.
Loss of productivity of Dad due to lack of sleep? $2 dollars. (Let's be honest: I don't REALLY do all that much.)
A dime for every time I fussed at the boys tonight for running, yelling, and in Trot's case, sneaking outside? $1,000,000,000.
Looks of joy on their tired, sick faces as they opened up Elmo, Batman, and Hannah Montana toys? Priceless.
I'd like to wish all of you who come by here on a regular or semi-regular basis a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year.
And if you see Santa, tell him to hurry up with those horse tranquilizers.
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