Everyone made it through the day, more or less.
Monkey needs “some more-a dat snot-melting stuff!”
Chickadee says there is something angry in her tummy.
Both of them are laying on the couch watching Noggin.
Me? I’m wondering if I can put the kids to bed at 6. Out of concern for their health, natch. Not because I’ve been sick, myself, all day. That would be selfish. And any mother worth her salt can handle a fun-filled day with the kids on one cup of tea and three Ritz crackers. Do you think they’ll let me read them a bedtime story in the bathroom? No…?
I’m supposed to be baking dessert for Monkey’s “Thanksgiving Feast” at school tomorrow. I’m thinking of some Pink Pepto Meringues. Or perhaps nice crunchy Barf Bars.
I’m so going to hell. But as I’ve been freezing cold all day, it doesn’t sound so bad.