tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11519269.post114489760068758560..comments2024-01-22T21:37:03.862+13:00Comments on Wanda Harland: When the cats away...Martha Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957983119339597847noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11519269.post-1145193697358479702006-04-17T01:21:00.000+12:002006-04-17T01:21:00.000+12:00Oh thank you thank you thank you. My problems are ...Oh thank you thank you thank you. My problems are normal! Or at least my children are normal, my problems might be a bit more crazed. Last week I had a control-freakout when the second roll was finished in a day. I found myself snatching the roll out of my daughter's hands and doling it out piece by justified piece. <BR/> "It's still wet!"<BR/> "Your bits are supposed to be wet, you're a Susan Harperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871657814084907914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11519269.post-1144922372289464482006-04-13T21:59:00.000+12:002006-04-13T21:59:00.000+12:00yeah, sometimes the best thing to do is what will ...yeah, sometimes the best thing to do is what will make them happy.Martha Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16957983119339597847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11519269.post-1144906872591309822006-04-13T17:41:00.000+12:002006-04-13T17:41:00.000+12:00That takes me back to when my eldest daughter was ...That takes me back to when my eldest daughter was about a year old. She was sick with chicken pox or some other childhood illness. After a couple of days of crying (on both our parts) I found that the only way to keep her quiet was to allow her to destroy a packet of tissues.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com