I was really hoping that August was going to be The Month Of Suck and then September would be an improvement; then I was hoping that September was just Suckage: The Continuing Saga, and October would be The Month That Everything Magically Got Better.
As I write this, Otto is in bed with the not-flu; the doctor doesn’t know what it is, though he has MRSA (again, or still, depending on what you believe) and a high fever and actually STAYED HOME FROM WORK, which means that I’m pretty sure he’s going to die. I’m going to miss him terribly, especially because I hate taking out the trash.
This, along with Everything Else, has made for continued stress and worry, and I know it’ll all be okay eventually, but right now the moments of joy ’round here are fleeting.
Then again, it’s the little joys that are sometimes the sweetest.
A few days ago I heard riotous laughter in the kitchen; poking my head around the doorway revealed that Licorice was batting a pear core all over the floor, and the kids thought this was the most hilarious thing they’d ever seen.
I grabbed the Flip, and while this may indeed be one of those “not nearly so funny to anyone else as it is to us” kinds of things, I still thought it was worth noting that sometimes, it doesn’t take a whole lot to keep us entertained.
[Fair warning: I apologize for using the phrase "explosive diarrhea" in the video. And, um, also for my son asking about it. And for laughing hysterically when he does.]
[But you're welcome for not actually answering his question. Because I'm a LADY, y'all.]
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. I hope you’ll savor the little joys, even if they’re sticky and messy. Life so often is, after all.