I should have learned that procrastination doesn’t pay. So often, when I decide that I can put off a pile of tasks, something unexpected happens. Days like that require me to put aside birthday shopping and black-pants-finding plans, and instead spend the day, from 4am on, holding a barf bucket for a poor little person with a surprise stomach bug.
Yeah, Eamonn is sick today. Poor kid. And maybe it’s the 3.5 hours of sleep I got last night talking, but I’m not feeling all that great myself at the moment.
Wonderful timing, as usual. It’s almost funny!