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I just got off the phone with my dad. Is it bad that I hate talking to him on the phone? He repeats himself a lot and will tell me stories I've heard 25 times already. I want to say that but I know it will come out rude and I don't want to hurt his feelings. He'll be here on Friday to spend a week with us.

My brother-in-law and his family aren't coming anymore and I'm so sad about it. The bad economy is hitting them pretty hard so they don't want to spend anymore than they have to. They have 4 children (and one on the way) to provide for so I understand. His wife and I keep sending sad texts to each other though.

Why did Brayden come in my room this morning to tell me he peed in his bed. Then he said, can I get in your bed with you because my bed is all wet. Um, no, don't you still have pee on you?

Besides my kids, I have bought no other Christmas presents. I need to get on that this week. Let me know if any of you have found good things for dads, husbands, stepmothers, and little people.

I also promised my 16 year old cousin I would teach her how to drive. So, I'll be spending a lot of time with her over Christmas break. Her parents don't have the patience for it. I hope I don't regret this.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Remember helping me drive? As long as she doesn't cruise through a red lightlike I did...just saying you had incredible patience.
Joelle
Anonymous said…
You are sooo nice to teach you cousin how to drive. Lots of patience is definitely required.

Trinimerican

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