I have had a string of days.
Since I've gone back to work, I've learned that three-day weekends do not bode well for the Bradshaw household. I'm sur eyou recall that, over the Fourth of July Weekend, we foolishly decided to start potty training. I was making no similar mistakes over Labor Day. I wisely decided that I'd take booger to the Ag Museum on Saturday, spend Sunday morning at my parents' house, and plan little or nothing for Monday.
But the heavens had other plans for me.
Brian threw his back out on Friday. So he was laid up for the entire holiday. Which meant that taking care of the house, the kid, and the myriad other things that had to be done over the course of three days fell to your truly. Then, while booger and I were over at my parent's house on Sunday (doing more home improvement - stars in my crown, right?), the two of us really started coming down with sinus trouble. It seemed to peak in awfulness Sunday night, slightly subside Monday (so we made it to the family cookout after all), and be just managable enough on Tuesday for him to return to daycare and me to return to work.
Ooof. I think we're going to have to start taking more vitamin C around here.