Yes I said it…NOBODY showered; not Brian or Liam nor I
showered the entire.weekend.long.
It also should be called:
It also should be called:
The weekend we thought Liam had the plague, then the flu, but it turned out
just to be hand-foot-and mouth.
The weekend we were quarantined inside our home with worse cabin fever than a hunter in the middle of winter hyped up on red bull.
The weekend we ran through all of our dishes and laundry before we stopped to do a load.
The weekend we watched Croods twice, Lady and the Tramp four times, and Veggie Tales once because Liam couldn’t get off the couch.
The weekend the couch was never more than two feet away from a puke bucket.
The weekend we were quarantined inside our home with worse cabin fever than a hunter in the middle of winter hyped up on red bull.
The weekend we ran through all of our dishes and laundry before we stopped to do a load.
The weekend we watched Croods twice, Lady and the Tramp four times, and Veggie Tales once because Liam couldn’t get off the couch.
The weekend the couch was never more than two feet away from a puke bucket.
The weekend we sat covered in germs and stink next to Liam on the couch because
he begged for us to just hold him, hold his hand, hold his cup, hold his
roo-roo—both of us to hold him---and we did without moving, without a grudge,
and without showers.
Let me tell you it was worth it. And so was using the entire
can of Lysol and the entire water tank of hot water Sunday night.
No Comments Yet, Leave Yours!