Well we made it home from Bryan yesterday afternoon after a delightful birthday lunch with Nena and a road trip that almost involved one child being dropped off somewhere around San Marcos.
Names will be withheld to protect the not so innocent. But let’s just say that there are times you should think before you declare something your mother does to be THE WORST THING EVER.
And now I’m fast and furiously playing catch up on a million emails and other deadlines that I neglected while I was on semi-vacation. I also feel like I’m racing against time because I have a feeling I may be about to come down with a cold.
I know this because Caroline woke up with a cold yesterday morning. Her throat was scratchy and she has that heavy congestion that you can hear every time she breathes. And my first thought was “Poor baby, I hope she isn’t getting the flu” which was shortly followed by my second thought of “I really hope I don’t catch it because I don’t have time to be sick right now”.
Then, later that morning, I was packing her suitcase as we got ready to load the car and noticed her toothbrush was totally dry and still tucked in the little toiletry bag I’d placed in the inner pocket. So I walked out of the bedroom and said, “I just found your toothbrush in your suitcase. Have you not even brushed your teeth one time since we’ve been here?”
And she replied, “No. I’ve been brushing my teeth. I’ve been using your toothbrush.”
Kids are gross.
And also spread more germs than a pack of monkeys.
If you need me I’ll be stocking up on the good Kleenex with the lotion built in. And buying a new toothbrush.