Thursday, November 21, 2013


A quick summation of the day's events:  the Dude had 3 bloody noses and looks like he's been punched in both eyes, but insisted on a piano lesson. Thing 3 is justifiably annoyed with me because I won't let him eat tinfoil. WonderGirl begged me to drug her up so she wouldn't miss school today.  Oh, and yesterday Thing 3 threw up on my neck and for some reason it was the funniest thing ever and I couldn't stop laughing for a good 5 minutes. 

I feel like I've been hit by a truck, but I managed to wear lip gloss for a few minutes so that's a win. And tomorrow is Friday!!  Except that means the next day is Saturday and the husband is taking the youth to the temple in Chicago all day... my chocolate stash is dwindling, people. 

In conclusion, it was a good day.  


Jane said...

Isn't it amazing how our priorities change over time?
Good days can now involve vomit and blood.
Hope it clears up soon! We'll send chocolate!

Cathie said...

I don't know what it means, but I am really fond of the gross baby smells now. Spit up, neck cheese... This mom business does things to your brain.

HEAR YE. I need to document the fact that I ran 3 miles and didn't feel like death.  So just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did...