My Kids Are Sick

My kids are sick.  I am sick.  It is friggin’ friggin’ cold outside. There are mucusy Kleenex wads, rinsed out throw up bowls, piles of laundry, sticky kid-shot cups of tylenol.  There is wheezing, and hacking, and horking, and blowing, and sneezing, and dry heaving.  And there is utter lack of inspiration. There is grouchiness.…Continue reading My Kids Are Sick