Before I get all warm and fuzzy with how rad my little nuclear family is, I just have to say that this morning started off awesome. In keeping with the theme of this past week (see previous post. I hear it’s hilarious to other people) Jovi came running in my room at 7 a.m. all panicked-sounding yelling something about poop and Aven.
No. Not today. It’s Saturday, I already have to go into work and Kyle is having way more fun than me and plus he has pumpkin gobs. No no no. I refuse to touch poop for the second time in as many days. NO.
So I got up and went into Aven’s room all bleary-eyed and smelled it immediately. Not poop. Vomit. Siiiighh. Really? I cleaned her up and stripped her bedding and put it in the washer on hot, got her changed into clean clothes and went to take my own shower. And found I didn’t have any hot water. Not sure if it was because the washer was on a hot cycle but still — I should have had some right? And it should have lasted for more than 4 minutes and been more than luke-warm. So I don’t know if my hot water heater is kaputz or if it was because of my washer. I can’t form logical thoughts at 7 a.m. after dealing with vomit. Who can, really?? Don’t expect too much of me!
So yeah. My day started with 1. cleaning up vomit; and 2. a cold shower.
But instead of dwelling on it anymore (because really, how much can a person talk about vomit, right?) I will post some lovely photos from a recent outing in the canyon nearby. It was one of those spontaneous “let’s go to the hills” days and we had a great time. The girls ran around doing outdoor-things, the dogs got to play in the creek and we all got to spend time together. Which seems like a novelty these days! Or maybe just when I’m smack-dab in the middle of a 6-day Kyle absence and forced to deal with things like poop and vomit all on my own. I deserve a weekend in Tahoe, y/n?