Things have been so great lately (WHADDUP, SECOND TRIMESTER?!?!?!) that I thought it might be wise to revisit a very bad, very real day in the not-so-distant past. You know, just to keep my head in the game.
Meet my son, Seabass. He hasn’t had a haircut in 1.16 million years. He has been sick with an upper respiratory infection for 4 months. Snot gushes from his nose with impunity 24/7. Oh, and the infection has spread to his ear, so his balance is off and he falls down a lot when he walks. (Hence, the scrapes and scabs on his face.) His skin is weathered and chapped from both the constant snot-wiping and cold, wintry weather. He is getting his two-year molars, so he drools.
On top of everything, he’s about to turn FREAKING TWO YEARS OLD.
This period of time seemed to last years, but it was nothing that a visit to Supercuts, a few antibiotics, doctor visits, boxes of Kleenex, tubes of Aquaphor and buckets of Tylenol couldn’t fix.