Tricky Weekend

It was a tricky weekend for me to be honest: a little one peed on my new sweater and during the night my slowly-twisting spinal column began pulling my poor back muscles so hard I was wandering the house at 2am looking for something to knock me out: Whiskey? Too many calories. Hot milk? The sound of the microwave might wake the little pee-er. The Percocet in the very back of the medicine cabinet left over from some long ago trauma? Ahhhh the Percocet. It was only 2am so I figured I’d be fine by 6. I’d get up real early and write for two hours before the little ones came looking for more of my wardrobe to decorate. I had it all figured out.Well I did get up early but somehow the next thing I knew I’d spent the whole morning lying face down on the bedroom rug, thinking vague but happy thoughts. I did rally long enough to help the little ones with a project and I may have even cooked in a feeble way but there was certainly no merry blogging. Or reading. Or making sparkly conversation with the houseguests for at least another 10 hours.Maybe we were all under a curse this weekend. Because I also got stuck in a five-hour traffic jam come to think of it. And take a look at this very interesting wound incurred by a houseguest at an area water slide. Can you see the Big Dipper in it? The face of Jesus? It does have that Weekly World News look to it doesn’t it?  Let me just get Nostradamus on the line and see what HE makes of all this.