So it's 3:56 on a Mon afternoon. I was a dutiful mommy and ran to Wallyworld and exchanged a xmas present for a gift card to use to buy some groceries: 7up, bread, milk, eggs, yogurt, syrup (no - they don't get it), nutty buddies (also not for the sick kids) and butter. Now I have them all fed and I'm back in my office (blogging) working on the paperwork I got interrupted on earlier. Daddy is playing nursemaid to A, X & TJ. TJ is laying on his fanny on his bed milking an "I threw out my back this morning!" For someone that hurts so freakin bad you think he would have took his pain pill & muscle relaxant at 10am when he got it, instead of an "I have to eat it with food excuse" and took it five hours later. Geez. Alright... got to go back to the world of certs, recerts, sending approvals and making copies... All so I can stay home and play nursemaid tomorrow. Last time I left TJ to take care of sick kids I found them with five layers of clothes on, under six point five blankets being told to "sweat it out Kid!" Yes - he's a 38 year old grown man who's really just an overgrown 15 year old. That's why he lives with us. Good intentions, just not a lot going on upstairs, if you know what I mean. Oh well. I like playing mommy. It's why I birthed the little whelps in the first place!