Well, Yesterday was one of those days for me. I just was sooooo EXHAUSTED...from running NON-STOP, having company for 5 weeks or so [But I LOVED having all of my company!!!], from baby Mary's sleepless nights, etc......that I could barely get out of bed. I finally MADE myself get out of bed and went downstairs to make breakfast. I cut up bacon, put it on to fry with some onion, cracked 13 eggs and put them on to fry, put 12 pieces of bread in the oven to toast, and was making some freshly squeezed orange juice. I had been stirring the eggs, but Sarah was having trouble juicing some oranges, so we traded jobs. Then, another one of my children came along and decided that they wanted to help stir the eggs...ONLY they WERE JUST STIRRING THEM AND NOT HOLDING ON TO THE HANDLE OF THE SKILLET....and the skillet and eggs SLIPPED OFF THE STOVE and landed on the FLOOR! ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!! That child had to run and get a shower for they were covered in raw eggs. I then told Sarah to PLEASE go and get Daddy! (RIGHT BEFORE THIS HAPPENED...I had just thought..."in about 5 minutes we'll call Daddy to eat!" =) When Sarah called Phillip he thought, "That's strange, she said, 'Mommy needs you NOW', not 'Come...for Breakfast is ready.' " When he got downstairs he saw the REASON I needed him. At my request he grabbed the camera and took a couple of pictures for memories sake.
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