Daily Dose of Mama: Write and Ye Shall Recieve

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Write and Ye Shall Recieve

Blah blah writer's block blah blah BODILY FLUIDS.

Dear Me,

When you treat bodily fluids in a flip manner, they will come back to show you who is boss. Just ask the pair of cream dress pants you put on this morning that are now covered in blood from Little Bug's seemingly random "good morning" nose bleed...or the other pair of dress pants you put on to replace the bloody dress pants that are also now also covered in blood from the encore.

Lame.

Sincerely Yours,
Me

7 comments:

Christine @ 12,450miles August 17, 2010 at 2:18 PM
Oh. No. Lame is right. Sorry... that really stinks.
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everythingismeowsomeAugust 17, 2010 at 2:46 PM
oooooooooh dear. these nosebleeds are getting a bit too common! Sounds like you just got a pass to go shopping for new work clothes!
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sueAugust 17, 2010 at 2:52 PM
boooo! so, so sorry!!!!
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KrisAugust 17, 2010 at 4:34 PM
Oh no! That stinks! Darn, bodily fluids. I like Elizabeth's idea to buy new clothes.
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AnonymousAugust 17, 2010 at 6:20 PM
oh, that's awful. :(
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Celeste and TomAugust 17, 2010 at 11:07 PM
Sorry to hear about the multiple change of clothes. I put a robe on after I get dressed to keep my work clothes clean. This works for the most part but the pants still stick out and I found dried up tomatoes juice at the bottom of my pants one day that was a result of a spill.
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KristenAugust 18, 2010 at 11:22 PM
you were sort of tempting fate w/that last post...your poor pants.
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I'm a 32-year-old everyday mama. My husband (Appa) and I adopted our first son Little Bug (at 10 months old) from Korea in September 2008. We adopted our second son, Little Bro, from Korea in April 2011 at age 21 months. We adopted our third son,Little Moon, at age 3 in November 2013. I've wanted to be a mama for a long time, but I'm still trying to figure out the reality of it all and take time to enjoy the delicate beauty of the highs and the lows.

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