A heartwarming moment–Sweet Boy#1 loaned out is very favorite Hank the CowDog book to a friend that came over to visit.
I discovered a broken ink pen in the bathroom sink. Of course “no one” did it. But somehow the blue ink managed to become smeared across the sink, the counter, and the faucet nonetheless.
I get a painful bruise on my wrist leaping out of bed to turn off “The Alarm Clock of Doom” at 4:30am.
I foolishly attempt to wash the dishes and talk on the phone as the boys are playing legos. But our ottoman is slippery and as Sweet Boy#3 was sitting upon it he begins to slide. Then somehow… he dives off the ottoman and lands headfirst on a lego. The lego pokes into his head leaving a little cut and a bruise and some swelling. I get him set up with some children’s Tylonol, an icepack, and a snuggle from Momma. Upon which he promptly pees on my lap and I am forced to wear ancient holy sweatpants with paint splatters for most of the day while my capri’s wash. But nonetheless the snuggling works and he is soon recovered and once again ready to conquer the world.