Yesterday, in our hungover stupor, we noticed that Homeslice had climbed into the laundry basket. It was so adorable, and while we were standing there going “look how cute!” the basket flipped over and she landed right on her face.
And there was blood and crying and drama and now she has a super fat lip.
And a pediatrician appointment this morning.
There’s a bruise on her leg I cannot explain, she’s got scratches all over her from scratching her itchy eczema, and she had a slight fever last night before bed.
Basically, Homeslice is a hot mess and it looks like we keep her in a bramble patch down by the river.
Also, it’s Girlfriend’s last day of preschool today. I can’t really think about it without crying, and I have pictures from graduation that I can’t show you yet but I will just as soon as they become available.
For now, I have to go do workouts before these bitches wake the fuck up and demand I take care of them, which I’m not that good at as it turns out.
I gained 5lbs last week! You have to work pretty hard to gain 5 lbs in a week.
Woot! Woot! I RULE!