This past two weeks has been an adventure. Eliot got a virus which presented itself as a bad cold and when it was lovingly passed to me, it decided to morph into something comparable to the flu. It also worked out that by the time I was in the depths of it, Patrick was out of town for a business meeting. I think my brain was in constant prayers of mercy mode. And "don't die, don't die, don't die, Eliot don't touch that" mode.
|You can imagine how elated, relieved, EXCITED I was to get my husband back. Apparently, he had a hard weekend too....|
|Caught red handed!! This man would not step away from my Gatorade.|
|Yes, I use pink tissue in my pink bathroom. How could you not, seriously?|
|At some point, I was using all of this. This is a true statement.|