I’m crawling out from the week long sick haze of the norovirus. I haven’t been that sick since I was pregnant with Huckleberry and let me tell you…this was way less fun because at the end of it there is no sweet squeaking tiny human to inhale.
But I made it, I am up, showered. I even ate REAL FOOD! First diet coke in a week….nectar of the gods, people.
Yesterday after a week of mom being in bed or puking I was finally able to play with the boys. What did they want? Of course, toddler dance party. After that it was finger painting and it was then that Boss said what may possibly be one of my favorite things he has ever said:
When you’re finger painting
it’s important to keep your underpants on.
At all times.
I may get that on a poster for the house. That’s just good advice y’all.