On Jan.23, 2007 while cooking dinner, my girls played with scissors. I remember the day, the moment I walked in the room. The gasp, the feeling of complete failure as a mother. Loading them in the car to go get it “fixed” with Ms. Candy who thank goodness worked on it for a while and gave me moments out of the room.
We stopped at the firestation to see Daddy and the firemen…it was embarrassing, but I needed to see Daddy. Someone had to hold me up for minute to finish off the evening.
PS…they never ate that dinner I was cooking.
I’m nauseated just reading my own blog and seeing the pictures. It broke my heart. Those girls make me laugh the hardest and cry the loudest
Really? Does every household have that same moment? Aughhh!
Good times! Good times!