What more could you ask for? Okay, okay, I'll clarify a bit. The snot bit you would have worked out from my last post. Boy 2 is home from school with same lurgy. Mothers don't even get to be sick alone.
To top this off a note came home yesterday from his class about another nit infestation. Straight out of the shower (him, not me) I grab the nit comb and start checking. Hundreds of eggs and a lot of nits! Hell, I check these kids every Friday morning nit alert, or no nit alert. In between if they complain of any itching. Just how fast can these little beasts do the deed?
For over an hour I sat in my underwear, painstakingly combing out these little parasites. The end in sight, I manage to drop a lone nit egg on my boob and in my hurry to grab it before it rolled into the nether regions, I gouged a huge hole in my right breast Yep, boobed the boob. If anyone had looked in my bedroom door at that moment they would have seen a fat, almost naked chick with blood running down one tit, sitting like buddha, cursing like a banshee and knicker clad Boy 2 doubled over in fits of laughter, tissues sticking out like a white feather collar all around his neck. Not a family portrait moment by any stretch of the imagination (more like a pornographic funniest home videos shot).
Now I am still sitting here semi-naked, the only change is the blood crusted tissue now stuck to my bazooka. This is not a good start to the day. Would you bloggers out there please take pity on me in my misery and start churning out posts, preferably funny ones. Right now, really could use the laugh.
*Sigh*, only in the Madmother household.
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