We (Emm, Char and I) are home, safe and sound from my trip Up North. Hubby managed to transform my cluttered but generally clean home into a rotten pig pen in my absence. As soon as I walked in the door last night my nostrils were assalted with the stench of a garbage can that had not been emptied. I took my luggage upstairs and discovered my bedroom smelled like stinky man. I changed the sheets and ignored the giant pile of laundry on his side of the bed. I took out the garbage as hubby washed the dishes (too little too late, hon--I STILL had to put them away this morning)
Char did not sleep while we were away. I had to stay up with her as she cut two new teeth without help. It is catching up with me today. I am surveying the destruction around me and am having a hard time mustering the energy to do much about it. Given the mood I am in, I may just take a garbage bag and toss out anything that is in my way.
I spent my morning at walk-in today. Emm has been fighting a cough off and on for two weeks. Everything came to a head yesterday when he coughed so hard he threw up in the backseat of MIL's car, he then coughed for a few hours late into the night. The poor little monkey has a throat infection.
Ok, I must go find some caffeine and do some work now--I will write about my trip later.