Sickness

Every piece of bedding in this house has been washed.

Like, three times.

It is one of those joys of motherhood that just happens to be left out of the memo.

And with sickness and rain for a week, my options for entertainment dwindled fast. So, I broke out the paint and brushes.

The crayons.

The oil pastels.

And let them go at it.

It made me almost wish I just had another load of bedding to wash.

Almost.

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