First, the good stuff- today was Crazy Hair Day at Charlotte’s school:
She seemed fairly happy with her crazy hair, though she was perhaps a bit disappointed that it wasn’t crazier, somehow. Alas, that was the extent of my hair-styling skills, so it had to suffice.
And now, the not-so-good: Mark came downstairs this morning and uttered the words every woman lives in fear of hearing- “My throat is sore. I think I’m sick.” My friends, I think the dreaded Man Cold is about to descend upon our household. Perhaps it is a false alarm, but I have a sinking feeling that this is not a drill. Send prayers. And wine.