I called in sick to work today. I told my boss that I was up since 4 a.m. with diarrhea. Can't prove that I wasn't right????
In reality, I wanted to get the house cleaned. No kids, no husband underfoot to make a mess as soon as I finished something. Vacuum, dust, do the windows, go through the massive piles of toys, straighten the bedrooms, hang my spiffy new mirrors in the bedroom...you know, spring cleaning type stuff.
I dropped the kids at daycare & went home. Pulled out all the supplies that I would need. I had just put the Prince Greatest Hits Volume II in the player when the phone rang.
It was Miss Amy at daycare. Will had just filled his diaper (again) with diarrhea & had vomited all over himself. I had to go pick him up.
The moral of the story is:
Don't fuck with Karma. She's a bitch & will get you back EVERY time.