This has not been one of my favorite weeks. The hubs and I are adjusting to our new normal since the chickadee has left the nest.
(Interesting side note, I texted "What's up, chickadee?" to a friend the other day, and autocorrect changed it to "Wax your chickadee." Like, what the crap, autocorrect? Who waxes a chickadee? Is that a euphamism that I don't understand because I'm old? Is chickadee waxing a thing? PETA will not be pleased.)
Anyway, the week started with some heavy duty house work. With the flurry of activity to get the kiddo packed and moved, we'd left a little to be desired on the home front.
Nothing like finding evidence that certain appendages that have pranced around in a litter box have also been on surfaces that come in contact with your toaster strudel.
You know, I've read studies about how children raised in environments that are too sterile don't develop the immunities they need. At least I can rest assured that when I sent my kid out into the world...it was with PLENTY of built up immunities.
Then Robin Williams committed suicide.
Damn it! That really sucked.
And then today, I was at work for 5 and a half hours before I even noticed:
Yes, I had my dress on backwards.
It's only Wednesday.