Mercy. What a week it has been. Tonight before dinner it all came bubbling over when Owen (who is 4 going on 14 these days and marches to the beat of his own drum) quite calmly detailed his plans to be rid of me, and his imaginings are both hilarious and innocently grim. Don’t know whether to laugh or sleep …
When you just can’t even. My toddler had bypassed facepalm and headdesk and went straight to bodyfloor. Bless him … goodness knows I’ve felt this way multiple times this week. Being sick and sleepy makes just about everything more difficult, including not succeeding at fitting both feet in a random plastic blue boat. All it took to get him upright …
