The Four Words a Mom Hates To Hear

I feel guilty for my recent absence. While I have several posts brewing in draft mode, I haven't been successful in google results to add that "perfect photo" for a few of them which to me, seems to tie things all together.

Today would be different she thought to herself. She created a list of to-do things and was ready to tackle the day. And then it happened.

6:21 am: The bedroom door bursts open, as she attempts to pry open one eyelid...


and then, she hears those four fucking words every mom dreads hearing from a child...

"MOM. I'M. GONNA. PUKE."

So here begins her day, with this being all I got for a post. A lousy excuse as to why I hope to be here bright and cheery tomorrow.

A new day.

Cheers.