Today we were frantically cleaning the house, and trying to get everything ready for Easter Sunday. I was not in the best mood, and was just trying to hurry through the cleaning in the kids rooms. In my oldest daughter's room my arms were flailing about wildly, tossing stuffed animals onto their respective shelves, when I hit my funny bone. Hard. I muttered a few choice words under my breath, my eyes welled up with tears, and I began to cry. My daughter looked at me in amazement~~ A mommy was sitting on her bedroom floor, crying because of an "owie". "You're not okay mommy!" she said. "I'm really not okay," I sniffled. She came close and inspected the owie. "But..." she said, "you'll live."
It was funny, to hear the words I have said many times repeated back to me. I don't think I'll say those words as often, from now on.
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