tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032973.post1561183778644267648..comments2023-10-17T03:21:37.194-05:00Comments on Life of L: Back to schoolLaura Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07916626845812229646noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032973.post-6199866764043540942016-10-08T09:10:03.755-05:002016-10-08T09:10:03.755-05:00It's OCTOBER. . .It's OCTOBER. . .Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05452333714845476967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032973.post-28097476605352783572016-08-16T09:45:27.808-05:002016-08-16T09:45:27.808-05:00Gosh they're getting so grown up. Do you reali...Gosh they're getting so grown up. Do you realize that when you and I started "talking" Luke was only 2 years old???? Time flies! <br /><br />xoxoJill A https://www.blogger.com/profile/18314858719315620032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032973.post-54305644667757721022016-08-16T06:32:29.930-05:002016-08-16T06:32:29.930-05:00Very cute pics! Glad everything is working.
(I w...Very cute pics! Glad everything is working. <br /><br />(I was the mom picking up after school. Two of them, one of me. And every once in a while I needed the morning moms to pick up for me. Morning moms were working moms. They did not understand that even though I was home, there was only one of me and sometimes I needed help. After a year of that, I decided to go it alone. And I left them, high and dry. I did not even feel bad.<br /><br />So if your afternoon mom needs help, send your husband or take a late lunch or something. This did not happen often with me, but a few times I needed to be out of town. I am still irritated with them. And that was five falls ago.)Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05452333714845476967noreply@blogger.com