Cry Me a River

Today was a wet Sunday. There was no rain...just a bunch of tears....theirs AND mine.

I took some time away this weekend for a little spa retreat with Courtney. I needed some peace...tranquility...and black out curtains. It was heavenly. Some good rest and recovery took place.

All good things must come to an end, I suppose.

One example of our Sunday Cryfest......

"Whaaaaaaaaa Whaaaaaaaa Whaaaaaaaaaaa", hollered Bradley.

"What's wrong now?", I asked...close to tears myself.

"Dawah won't smell my armpit!!!!" (whaaaaaaaaaa whaaaaaaa whaaaaaaaaaa)

OMG. Get me out of here.
I'm about to go Marie Osmond.