I am still here.
But I can't put up my next big post until tomorrow because I need some good morning light in order to take a picture to show you what I've been slaving away on.
So a funny little story will have to suffice.
Oh yes, a funny little story -- funny at the cost of my poor cousin, R, in Texas. God bless her.
She posted this on Facebook tonight:
(Keep in mind she is a teacher, God bless her, and just now settling down to enjoy her few months at home with her two kids.)
"The kids were happily playing, so she decided to clean the fridge. Then she noticed T (her three-year-old son) walk into his room naked from the waist down. Then he brought her his dirty underwear and showed her where he had scooted across the carpet in his baby sister's room to wipe himself (like a dog) and then hid the remaining disgusting evidence under his rug."
Oh man. Ohmanohmanohmanohmanohman.
Remember last year when I was crying my eyes out over my son's potty-training issues?
Yeah, I take it back. I take it all back. Something like this little story would have done me in, ya'll.
Let's all raise a glass to my cousin, R, in Texas. God bless that mama...