Monkey is back to school again, leaving a trail of sodden, wadded up Kleenex behind him where he goes. (Dear Hippie School: I’m sorry. I’ll send in some hand sanitizer.) Chickadee is also at school—inbetween the doctors’ appointments—though today we have to go see an orthopedist because something is inexplicably wrong with her hip, and also possibly because an orthopedist may be the only specialist we haven’t seen this year yet. (HAHAHAHAHA HA HA haaaaaaa ha *sob*.)
Whether it’s shared germs or stress or the ridiculous level of pollen going on here right now, I’m feeling the strong urge to curl up in bed with some tea for… oh, let’s say a week. Wouldn’t that be nice? Sadly, I don’t think it’s going to happen.
But! I can have that cup of tea. And over at Off Our Chests I’m thinking about the power of an impromptu tea party, especially now when things feel kind of crummy. Feel free to come on over. Just, uh, maybe bring some Kleenex.