Still threatened
It's not enough that I have a storm to worry about. My 4.5 yr old son woke up with a flu. So now there is hourly (and even minutely) rushes to the bathroom to deal with his sour stomach.
At least I have one happy camper this morning. Twenty month old Cassie is happily singing her "dip dip pickle pickle" song (at least that's what is sounds like to me) as she plays with some loose change and a roll-on soap body and bath paint bottle. It's amazing what children can find to amuse themselves with.
Well, coffee is calling me. I did manage to get a fairly decent night's sleep, despite being woken at the early hour of 7am. At least there were no mid-night awakenings. So off to get my coffee, assess my laundry pile and feed the cats.
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