We've been back to school for exactly seven school days and Michael was home sick today!
It was not a great day, and the crowning moment may have been at dinner when Harper somehow went flying from her chair. FLYING - feet above the chair - arms flailing - its kind of amazing no bones were broken/no blood shed.
Sidebar: Do others of you have five-year-olds who cannot, for the love of all that is holy, sit still at a dinner table?
In the process she knocked her full cup of milk into the air and it gracefully showered Michael before landing all over the kitchen floor. So in about .5 seconds we went from relatively peaceful dinner to two scah-reaming children, one of them covered in milk, and one dog lapping up milk puddles which would likely induce vomiting.
Have I mentioned that Matt wasn't home?
So, uh, yeah, that was today.
BUT today was also two phone calls from far away friends, and a few miraculous minutes in which to conduct them in peace.
My complaints are few, truly, though I wouldn't mind getting through tomorrow without anyone being showered in milk.