It's Christmas eve.
There are presents to be wrapped.
Service to attend.
Children to tuck in.
Toys to assemble.
Stockings to stuff.
But I caught Baby E's stomach bug. So instead of those things, I'm quarantined in my room and I am sad.
There are presents to be wrapped.
Service to attend.
Children to tuck in.
Toys to assemble.
Stockings to stuff.
But I caught Baby E's stomach bug. So instead of those things, I'm quarantined in my room and I am sad.