Today is the stuff of housfrau dreams. Tennessee has the dreaded Hand Foot and Mouth virus, which always reminds me of Hoof and Mouth, which I somehow associate with Anthrax (the band of course). In fact, Hand Foot and Mouth is one of the less life threatening of the childhood diseases. It is more life annoying than life threatening really. Poor old Tennessee is the clingiest, clammiest, crying-est, crab ever today. I have been carting him around on my hip like a wee babe. If I need to leave him for a minute to say, use the restroom, he howls and whines. Jeebus Hershel Crabcakes!
It is also thunder storming outside at the moment. The part of my brain that is supposed to make serotonin, is making vinegar and sad instead. I need some exercise. I need some adult conversation. Lucy and Kenneth are coming home soon. I hope I can be nice, because I am going to be so happy to see Kenneth. Sometimes after a day like this, it is hard to be nice to the person I want to see most in the world. I want to whine and complain in the hugest of ways and demand that he stay home while I boss around doughnuts in the sunshine. I am going to try my best to just whine a little, and complain mildly. I might just try that string around my finger thing to remember to be nice. Maybe a sock in my mouth?
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