I may have to make "stupid gastrointestinal tricks" a tag of its own
Last night, it was Mark, after he was tucked in bed, while we were watching tv. He made an ill-advised but valiant effort to clean himself up, which unfortunately required an even bigger cleanup by the grownups than if he'd come downstairs to ask us for help. Poor boy.
This morning, it's me. Again. Less diarrhea-like than his was, but still unpleasant.
Sigh. We're supposed to be having a playdate this afternoon with the neighbor and her three little ones. I want to make friends with her. I want the boys to make friends, as best they can, with her kids. I don't want to have to flake out on the first time we invite them over, I really don't.
This morning, it's me. Again. Less diarrhea-like than his was, but still unpleasant.
Sigh. We're supposed to be having a playdate this afternoon with the neighbor and her three little ones. I want to make friends with her. I want the boys to make friends, as best they can, with her kids. I don't want to have to flake out on the first time we invite them over, I really don't.