So we go to the polls, me in my sweats and wet hair, Max with dried snot all over his face, dry static hair, medicine stains on his pajama top, and slippers on his feet. At this point he has also started reek of pee. I wanted to throw up. Oh, and every few minutes he would burst into a coughing fit. Nice. We wait in line for 40 minutes to find out we are at the wrong place. We are supposed to be next door. So we go wait for 20 more minutes and of course run into an acquaintance who may no longer count us among his friends. So we may not have been a pretty sight (well, Abram was a pretty sight, he was ready for work, but his rating has got to go down with three vagabonds at his side), but dad gum it, we voted.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Don't Judge Me
But I sort of wish I hadn't. First of all, we took Vivi and Max to the doctor last night at 6:50 (bedtime) and Max has and ear infection and bronchitis. So we all went to bed late and got up early. I'm also not feeling well and it was about all I could do to shower, leave my hair soaking wet and slip on some sweat pants. Max and Aviva didn't even make it out of their pajamas, and I really don't want to admit this, but neither of us thought to change their diapers before we went. (This is where the title of this post comes in).