Unplowed roads meant the boys didn’t go to school this morning.
They both have colds.
My throat started hurting by noon.
Walked over a mile in a snowstorm to school.
Classes were cancelled shortly thereafter, but we didn’t know that in our class so we stayed til the end.
I slipped and fell on the way home.
The plow came while I was gone and blocked our driveway so I shoveled it out so Z could pull in.
C had pooped during his nap and taken his diaper off. The sitter did a great job dealing with the mess, way above her pay grade. But I found crusted poop on the floor of his room and he simply smelled like feces.
I cleaned up the shit and gave him a bath.
T gagged on leftovers from two nights ago. Two nights ago when he cleaned his plate and told me I made good food.
This was not a fun day.
So I was really looking forward to the one cadbury creme egg left on the counter after dinner.
I earned that damn egg.
Also, it would seem that I ate that damn egg yesterday.
Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUUUUCK.
I really wanted that creme egg.
After my delightful stroll in the snow.
The boys playing with Star Wars stickers this morning. T is obviously Spider-Man.