Today I find myself at home, once again, with the wounded.
Not to worry though. This picture was taken a couple of weeks ago when Ethan was down with the flu getting all the attention...
...and Chandler had to do all the housework.
Of course that's not the truth, but when the words fit the pictures, it's way more interesting than flu facts. Truth is, Cole was running around, tripped and managed to scrape his head on the door jamb. A minor scrape for sure, but he obviously thought it was much more serious, hence the dramatic bandage. Anyway, today he is (we is) home with the flu. Between the weather and sick kids, I have missed so many days of work I have lost count. It's like the wish fairies are wickedly granting me what I wish for, but with an evil twist. For the first time in my life, I am the kind of employee employers frown upon. I haven't worked a full pay period since the first part of December.
I'm going to attempt to make my wishes perfectly clear to the fairies... If I am going to be forced to spend so much time at home, let me stay here permanently making money from the things I love and have plenty of.
I LOVE JUNK
Honestly, the possibilities are limitless.
Wish fairies, are you listening?