Although, come to think of it, when my children were 2 and 5, my appendix ruptured. I thought it was a torn muscle and walked around for ten days caring for my children until I was finally way too sick to function. By the time I went for a check-up, I had peritonitis. Probably should have killed me -- but it didn't. The emrgency room people were appalled that I had driven my kids to a sitter and then myself to the hospital. This blogger is one tough cookie!
The kids I watched this time around were a delight. Two loving, happy, bright little boys. I had a great time and laughed enough to make my sides sore.
I wonder if bees love each other? Is hive discipline the same thing (sort of) as two parents who lovingly teach their children? I don't know. What do you think?
BEEattitude for Day # :
Blessed are those who raise their children well, for they shall be doubly blessed when they are old farts (like our beekeeper).
One thing Fran is grateful for right now:
Her sense of humor.
