I was almost barfed on today.
Good way to start a Monday morning.
The poor kindergartner did not have the words to tell me how he was feeling. He just cried in my lap and then --- *urp* ----- that initial sound of the stomach commencing its emergency backup plan.
I looked around for the nearest garbage can and almost got him to it in time. Almost.
At least it wasn't on me. Just a skosh on the floor.
Sometimes Mondays are like that.
Sometimes Fridays are like that.
It is a moment where you hope you just sailed --or stumbled-- over your highest hurdle of the day.
And then you go home, pop a Halls Defense drop, disrobe, and throw your clothes in the washing machine. Then shower or, at the very least, scrub surgically up to the elbows.
And see what the rest of Monday brings.