Friday, January 18th, 2008 · No Comments
My Life on the Floor
I would say about 70% of my life is spent on the floor. If I so much as make a move to stand up from the floor, I hear the most pitiful and ear-piercing shriek coming from GG’s lips. And this cry does not stop until I return to my place on the floor within an arm’s reach of the little bugger. Even then, I still get the whine reminding me that I “shouldn’t have done that”, and giving me warning to “never ever do that again!” I am currently trapped in the throes of what is well known to many moms out there as separation anxiety. Let’s just say that this is one serious case, which needs to stop soon before I forget how to walk and resort to crawling as my main means of transportation.
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