Sorry about the disappearance last week. We had some breakdowns/freakouts. Husband-cat hit the wall with almost finished monster project and his malingering illness and flipped his lid. I went to my body guy (yeah, I got a guy for that) to work on all my broke bits and the next day had a massive inflammation in joint and muscles I didn't know I had. Couldn't move my head more than 20% in either direction and was pretty much covered in pain. The fairest of them all, Toddler Flails-a-lot rejoined the daycare train, but ain't quite as happy about it as first advertised. She's down to one cough per hour and about 5% of previous runny nose levels, but she's tired as shit by the end of the day. We all are.
I thought this week would be better since I can move my hands, but now Husband-cat and I are on the outs. Toddler Flails-a-lot is on yet another medication -- this time for a fucking face rash that's lasted two months. The only one who's happy She Who Must Be Obeyed. I think it's because she creeps to our sleeping forms at night and curls up on our heads, knowing we're too exhausted to do more than weakly try to push her off. She may be on the way out, but she seems to be trying to get us to predecease her. Go out fighting, that's her motto.
I include this because, a) baby selling smokes!!! and b) it led me to my new favorite blog She Walks Softly.
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