Maybe the leprechauns are to blame

It was a rough weekend. One kid has the coughs which means he coughed so hard a little of his dinner came up, which means soon I will have the coughs yadda yadda yadda weak bladder yadda yadda yadda.

Also the Husband stepped on a rusty nail and had to get a tetanus shot.

He told the nurse that his wife made him come get the shot when really he was the one googling tetanus and showing me a little drop of blood on his sock. I couldn’t see it (maybe because I didn’t have my eyes in yet). Also the nurse told him the mortality rate for those with a tetanus infection wasn’t good so, yeah, he got the shot. True story.

Word of advice to those who have a husband who might step on a nail in their life time, the tetanus shot will turn your man into a horrible, horrible version of the man cold sufferer, i.e. whining, incessant whining, more whining, mixed with demonstrations on how high he can’t lift his arm, with a little crazy eyes thrown in for good charm. Well I hope the shot works and the Husband doesn’t get the tetanus. I sort of feel bad for pinching him right in the spot he got the shot, but he wasn’t wearing green and he only cried for a little bit.

Also I took down all my lingering winter paraphernalia and then it snowed the next day. I hate to say I told you so, but I told me so. As I was removing the hanger I used for a winter wreath, Bosco said, “Hey, are you using those Command hanging strips?” and I tucked this away in my brain as proof that my son has a great memory and that the brain filtration power of commercials is frighteningly awesome. I’m still not sure though how or when my four year-old saw a commercial for this product.

Well that was my weekend, with a whole lot of corned beef and cabbage on the side. How about you?

How could I not do a post for St. Patrick's Day?

Bubba just threw a plate of lasagna across the room. That was fun. Have you ever cleaned a bunch of lasagna off the floor and walls?

I’m wearing green right now. I don’t know if the Husband is or not because he’s at work and I was dead to world when he left. If he’s not wearing green I’m going to pinch him really hard, the kind that burns and leaves your skin purple. But don’t worry about him, worry about yourself. Are you wearing green?

I’m making corned beef and colcannon for dinner. My house stinks something fierce. But I’m embracing my Irish roots anyway. Are you? And did you know bathing everything in butter makes it all worth it?

I tried to get a picture of me and the boys in our green attire so the leprechauns would leave us alone. I’ve never seen one of these mystic creatures but I don’t think these people in Alabama are crazy for believing. They’re just being understandably cautious because did you know that leprechauns really do exist?

Turns out getting a simple picture of a mother with her two sons is particularly difficult, especially when the mother is the one trying to take the picture. Am I ridiculous to even try?

{Do I look frustrated?}

{Nevermind the screaming child, does that light fixture bother anyone?}

{What's your favorite thing going on in this one?}

{Could Bubba look any more depressed at the situation? Oh and why am I still trying?}

{This is probably the best I can get right? Can you tell I almost dislocated my shoulder?}

I know I’m throwing a lot of questions at you all at once, but I have one more. Would it be alright if I go take a nap now?