I've been isolated at home with a sick kid, cleaning up vomit sheets, germy laundry rotating around the clock. Ma-in-law arrives for a 4-day visit in 24 hours & I've gotten nothing done. (Except for a nap or two to refuel.) Life is getting busy. My list of TO-DO's grows. I've got a bad hangnail. A house full of people will be arriving this evening & I haven't even started getting prepared. And why do my toilets decide to clog NOW?
So this morning I danced around the kitchen and sang loud songs badly while the radio blasted. And when my throat got sore I lip-synched instead.
I flung the curtains open & welcomed the sunshine, arms open wide, with a silent goofy grin.
And I've decided: It's gonna be GOOD day...