I have to be honest with you. I am not feeling well. I haven’t felt very well since Sunday. Call it Post Traumatic Turkey Disorder or an Over-Indulgence in Seeing Too Many Christmas Lights already, or maybe it was All of The Drinking, either way, I’m not feeling well, my stomach and I are having a bit of a misunderstanding, and it’s not fun.
At all.
I’ve been eating a lot of crackers.
Which creates quite the mess.
Which leaves me vacuuming up the crumbs. All. Day. Long.
Today, I feel a little better, I’ve had some toast and some cereal and an apple. So far, so good.
In the meantime, I’ll leave the chores for the children to complete.
And try not to stare at the wildly disturbing "Clown Santa" Racecar brought home from school today.
And then before I do all of that not cleaning and not staring at the scary "Clown Santa", I thought I would leave you with a picture of Racecar’s bedhead. Because his bedhead alone makes me want to get him out of bed each morning.





































