The first week of summer was a success… if you consider 3/4 of my children having had pink eye is a success, then yes it was a success.
I honestly didn’t mind TOO MUCH having to stay home, cooped up inside (I’m also off the gram for this challenge – just what my soul needed, I think!).
We have had cousins staying that have had to brave the “pink eye apocalypse”, and that has kept our time busy.
Mr. Miller and my brother-in-law, Uncle Marv, have worked endlessly building an EPIC patio awning, and it looks so good I hardly even recognize my own backyard.
I have been snuggling babies, praying pink eye skips me, and making meals, and snacks, and serving popsicles around the clock.
So, like I said… it’s not TOO BAD.
Next week I might be on a certain beach, with a certain someone, celebrating a certain anniversary.
That’s all the motivation I need to get through this last bout of double pink-eye, double molars for my little Maj. (He is a pooooor little pudge today.)