Bad things come in three’s, right? Let’s just say yesterday did not go as planned, which made me need Etsy three times as much.
· Take Darren to the doctor and get his cast off
· Pick up Taylor and celebrate being cast-less with ice cream
· Come home to a clean house because my cleaning lady was coming
· Cast comes off but splint goes on because Darren’s arm isn’t heeled
· Pick up Taylor at school where Darren proceeds to throw up everywhere
· Arrive at home to find out my neighbor has backed into my cleaning lady’s car
They also make me email the hubby twelve times a day insisting that we must purchase them. If only I could convince him to stop directing my emails to his spam folder. Rude.