Well, I'm feeling better and Rob came home yesterday, sick. I still sound gross, so I'm not going to the office. I'm working from home, and then at lunch, going shopping for Sydney's birthday present...tomorrow is her day and I've been sick and haven't done anything yet. We're getting her ears pierced this weekend and I'm going to start her collection of more grown up underwear. She's twelve and it's time to get her out of the kids department. It blows to be man-mom.
Not a word from her Mom. Don't know if she's sending anything or not. Rob wrote to ask her not to drop out of the kid's life and she never wrote him back. Sydney won't write because her Mom hasn't answered the last two letters. Did I say it blows to be Man-mom?
Sydney is mad...well, you get the picture. Every year, the two weeks before her bday are hell on her parents.
Okay, that's enough doom and gloom for the day. It's not really that bad. It's just a little overwhelming because I don't feel well. I'm still smiling and quilting. Lane