I had been hoping to write today. Instead I woke to a piercing shriek as my baby girl bled all over the kitchen from a cut on her hand that looked much, much worse than it was. 

After spending an inordinate amount of time in the ER waiting for a tetanus shot we ended up pigging out on breakfast at 1 pm and sleeping a large part of the afternoon. 

Now it’s evening, the sun is long gone and I have accomplished absolutely nothing responsible (chores, budgeting, general adulting things) or pleasant (writing, reading, reviewing etc). 

But, at least she’s okay. Currently she’s stashing cookies her grandmother made for her to feel better all over the house. I just found one on my shelf tucked between an abacus and my stamp collection. 

I don’t know what the deal is with my brain but it is absolutely catching zero breaks. Oh, Muse where art thou? 

Maybe my kiddo scared it away O_O

Much love, 

inky

p.s 

on another note, my boy pointed out a sticker on the ER wall today while we waited for his sister to get looked at by the doctor. He was anxious because she was bleeding everywhere and pretty teary. He saw this sticker and it was the first time he smiled since rushing to get me when she hurt herself. Proudly he pointed to it and said. “I know what that is. It’s a Fla-mango.” 

Fla. Mango. 

Is it terrible that I didn’t correct him? I just kind of love that he calls it that.