I had great intentions of writing a post this morning. An actual post. With words strung together to form sentences, even. And then?
Then Caedmon woke up with a rash all over his face and neck. And the dog puked in the floor (thankfully, in the kitchen instead of on the carpet).
The words I had to say? They’re gone. They’ve been replaced with rubbing dirt (Redmond Clay) on a kid’s red bumps, washing sheets, pillows, and a Snoopy or two, and watching Oz to make sure he doesn’t yak again.
And caffeine. There may be an IV later if this keeps up.
But such is life. Maybe the words will come back. If not, I’ll have some rash-y pictures to show you. Doesn’t that sound like fun?
(This post in no way means that I’m unhappy or not thankful that I get to stay home with my kids and take care of rashes and dog vomit. But y’all know that already. Some days are just rash-y and puke-y.)