My grandma fell and shattered her hip yesterday, so we were planning on getting up this morning and driving to spend a few days with her. BUT . . . these tiny little organisms called germs had a different plan for us. The germs decided it would be fun to wake my two year old with a tummy ache at 1:45 AM which quickly turned into a night filled with quality moments with the barf bucket (I know it's not a pretty name, but it's accurate.), a bath at 3:45 AM to wash said barf out of her hair (She did pretty good and only got it in her hair on round five . . . yes, I said round five.), and lots of crying and rocking in the glider (Oh . . . and my two year old cried too.).
Good times! Can you hear the sarcasm because I'm laying it on pretty thick?
Needless to say, we are a tired bunch today, so one confessional post will be coming up soon, and the party craft audition will wait until tomorrow.
Here's to hoping that no one else in my house has a wake-up call at 1:45 AM (or any other time) tonight.
Oh for a bright spot today (besides the quality time spent with my littlest kiddo) my crayon gift tags and ornaments got a little shout out at Polly Want A Crafter:
Thanks ladies! Your blogs rock and so do you!
Craft on!
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