When life hands you lemons in the form of two sick children who are producing prodigious amounts of mucous and getting up at 4:30 a.m. (because of the mucous) . . .
Plus dog shit in the back hall to clean up first thing in the morning . . .
Plus incessant rain . . .
Plus a husband who starts feeling none too chipper . . .
Plus the telltale sore throat that means it's only a matter of time before you, too, will become a walking mucous factory . . .
Make coffee. And lots of it.
Be back soon. I hope.
2 comments:
Many condolences. Here's hoping one of the dogs (the one who made the mess would be a nice touch) will run out front and flag down help ala Jack should you all go down for the count.
Yes, like Lassie saving Timmy in the well. Beth :)
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