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My Personal Pandemonium
Here is my advice:
1. On the day you decide to have children, hit your knees, lift your voice to heaven and beseech . . . spelled capital B E G, exclamation point, exclamation point . . . the Lord …
I was jerked from sleep on Saturday before dawn revealed her crack by the sound of gagging in my bathroom.
Was one of my children coming to me coughing and unable to breathe?
Did I have a sick child …
I’m pondering today. Could it be that Greg and I have been a little too lackadaisical in some of our parenting responsibilities?
Greg and I are opposites in almost every way. I don’t mean the “potato with a long A” …