Right now both Noah and Rosie are turning cartwheels in our living room. And I don’t mean that metaphorically. I mean they are literally flipping their feet over their bodies onto a mattress on the floor in the middle of the main room of our house. Lamps are shaking.

Rosie was finally, after an entire week of general malaise and extreme master-level grumpiness, diagnosed with a double ear infection, which we are now dutifully treating with walloping doses of antibiotics and bourbon. (The bourbon is for us.)

L came back from Boston on Tuesday night, seven days after leaving. Upon his return, I immediately went into my room, closed the door, and buried myself underneath every blanket, sheet and pillow I could find. And then I slept forever. In fact, I’m still there, dreaming. I am posting this from the other side.

We didn’t so much enjoy this week as survive it, which in my humble opinion is a quite terrible way to blaze through your existence.

Here’s to more team parenting, less ear bacteria and more posting next week.



1 ginnymom { 05.06.11 at 9:41 pm }

Bless all your hearts. Here’s to better days for Rosie and those who love her.

2 Allen { 05.09.11 at 7:59 am }

I want a tshirt that says ‘Team Yestertime’ on the front and ‘Skurming Arond’ on the back. In medium. You can pick the color.

3 racher { 05.09.11 at 8:26 am }

HAAAAhahahaha. YES.

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