So just to catch you all up ...
After last week's stress at work, I got a little cold. I kicked its booty with lots of zinc and my favorite remedy. No sick days, thank you very much. I am tough.
On Saturday I folded 8 loads of laundry. Two that never got folded last week (thank you G for intending to finish the laundry for me last week). I also sorted through all the boys' clothes to make sure they only have seasonally appropriate, non-stained, non-ripped, clothing that actually fits them in their drawers. This included hemming up three pair of cutoffs and some sleeves that S chewed through when he was a kindergartener. Yeah, he's still a little oral. Anyway. I also cleaned bathrooms and made the snacks below.
Somehow, all of this decided to manifest itself in a ginormous zit on the edge of my nostril. You know the kind that kind of glows and throbs so you feel like you're walking around with a flashing light on your face?
Even when I put makeup on it, it still looks pretty suspicious. Once I read a very clever definition of naivete: the condition wherein you think that if you put concealer on your zits, no one will see them. Wish I could remember where to credit that one.
So all three boys (even the thirtysomething one, to be clear) are repeatedly asking me if I want a Kleenex. It's so charming. Next week they can just fold their own darn laundry.