List, Interrupted

You would think with a list that modest I would be left with a feeling of great accomplishment on Friday evening. Not so much.

3 a.m on Friday morning I awoke to the sound and the smell of my very own toddler version of a Blast-Ended Skrewt. The only thing more pitiful than a baby suffering from the diaper of fire is a baby suffering from a diaper of fire and vomit. So, no school for the little B-ES. He was a trooper through it all.

The whole experience reminded me that just when you think you are stretched to the limit with visiting ex-relatives, multiple soccer games, work assignments, etc. throw in a sick baby to remind you that things could always be worse.

Everyone is back to school today so I am back to working on my case, ignoring the dying mums on my front porch, and apologizing (again) t0 Son2 for the still unfinished doll clothes.