After a much needed nap this afternoon, I ran away, I mean…I…uh…I went to run a few errands without my kids. The Stomach Virus from Hell has kept me in this house for the last two weeks straight with very little adult interaction. My children cried when I left like I’d been MIA for the last two weeks instead of sitting right beside them on the couch in my pink Mickey Mouse pajama pants.
When I walked back in the door less than two hours later, Emma was sitting by the door in a trance. She popped up and said, “MOMMY! I been finkin about you!”