Mercy.Â
Avelyn was a monstrous flying companion today as we soared from the Okanagan to the prairies.
The other day I was running behind on laundry (who am I kidding? I am perpetually behind on laundry) so when I went to dress Avelyn for the day, it was slim pickin’s in her closet.
This motherhood gig is tough sometimes. I’m not talking about the diaper blow-outs or the midnight feedings or the temper tantrums in shopping malls.
**UPDATED! WITH PHOTOS BELOW!**
There may or may not be some photos of a rather drastic haircut featured on this site later this afternoon.
The flu bug has left the building. He left us a little worse for wear but we made it through. On Friday night I collapsed into bed at 7:30 pm and slept for 12 hours.
Wringing the vomit from the crib bedding is hardly an ideal start to the morning.
Avelyn is sick and now I am too.
Feels like I’ve been hit by a truck, or at least a fast-moving bicycle.