Today I got the phone call from daycare that I always dread. “Your son is sick; please come remove him and his sicko, contagious, oozy-gooey self from the premises.”
Of course that’s not what they actually said…but doesn’t it feel like that’s what they mean?!?
So…instead of working…I’m hanging out with my Jack-Jack and doing a bit of knitting.
If you need me…you can find me washing all the sheets and clorox-wiping everything that isn’t moving in the house.
I hate pink eye.