Two weeks ago I was going to write a post or seven about all the goings on in our family. I had a million ideas. Like how Mr. Pants is trying to single handedly control our indoor ant population. Which is sweet of him. I am trying to teach him to delicately pick them up and put them outside instead of the finger smash ant murder he commits and then sits at the window wondering why the ant doesn't crawl on away but instead twitchs and lays there. "Bye-BYE! An-dtsh! Bye BYE!!". Sigh. This kid would be devastated to learn that he his actually killing them. So I am trying to help him do it better. We'll see how that goes.
I could have written about our recent trip to the dentist and how Mr. Pants log rolled the hallway in an escape attempt. That was pretty funny. And inventive. Or how I dropped two sizes in jeans. Which rules. But not because I've lost any weight. I've just been walking around in old jeans for the last year and finally bought some that actually fit me. All good things to write about. But that's where the good ends and the games begin. Because my family got sick and everything went to shit for a week. I had lost the inspiration and time to sit down and write out our story. Between pukes and high fevers, pukey laundry and more fevers, snotty noses and ER trips, diaper blowout baths (thank you antibiotics!) and wonky naps that end with crying not rested children I was at the end of my rope. I saw no light at the end of the tunnel. I was sure to just shrivel up and die a tired puked on mess of a mother, when Mr. Pants threw me a bone.
I was cleaning up Ms. Plum (who had, by a mile, been hit the worst with the sick stick) when I heard some harmonica coming from the living room. Everyday, Mr. Pants will sit in the window and chat with the birds. "Hi birdsth! Hewwo birdsth!" but on this day when I came into the living room, he was playing the blues. Wearing my fancy glasses. In the buff. Also eating a cracker. The sound had temporarily quieted a very sad Plum too. He stopped playing when he saw us but I turned the camara on him anyway. He was making my day. And for just a minute there, I saw that light at the end of the tunnel. We were gonna live.