That piggy cracks me up. I took the kids to a fair last weekend and in between the huge doughnut and the cotton candy we checked out the livestock. If only I could lie in bed sleeping while taking care of the fam. Being a piggy can’t be that bad, right?
Jake has pneumonia and 3 of 5 children have pneumonia.5 (AKA: walking pneumonia). The tiniest of them all scared me the other night when I checked on her and found that she had coughed up some blood. Bright red blood on white sheets can be scary.
But everyone is on the mend. So no worrying, ‘kay?
I have too many ideas and most of them don’t even get started. At night after everyone is in bed I’m too tired. My oomph isn’t so oomph-y anymore and I think in a Scarlett O’Hara kind of way (“tomorrow IS another day…”). But tomorrow never has any extra alone time hours. So my list gets longer. I mostly have stopped writing things down to do because it’s a little depressing when I have high hopes and end up with cold cereal for dinner.
If I were a piggy I bet I could paint while I fed the fam.
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)