Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

I need a pick me up

I'm draggin' butt. Boog decided he should get up at 5:45 today and I didn't go to bed until after 1:00. I've drank my coffee (3 cups) and still can't shake these cob webs. I need to eat some sugar or take some diet pills with extra ephedrine. I have a conference with Boog's teacher in less than an hour and am afraid I'm going to be a zombie.
Maybe I'll just stop for coffee with an extra espresso (or three) shot. I've got to do something, and fast, I want the teacher to know where my kid gets his smarts from, and I'm afraid she's going to think it's from his father.

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