I got home from Pittsburgh – a 12 hour trip overall, given a long wait time at the airport (not many flights to Mobile) during which I billed some much needed hours. My back is killing me from the plane. We bolted down a quick dinner and then the husband rushed out the door to hit the grocery store and stock up before he left us for the week (laundry had already been done, bless the man). As soon as he left, I flopped on the couch to relax my aching back. I heard my oldest, who had not been feeling well and fell asleep at 5pm, calling my name from his bedroom upstairs. “Mom? Mom?”
BLEAAAAAAHHHHHH.
“I burped. Can you wash Bear?”
Oh, you gotta laugh or you’d just cry cry cry.