oven. It was gruesome.
Despite Gooner having a fever – complete with massive mucus and hacking – I wanted to clean under the oven. Back in May, when Gooner turned 3, Clarissa gave Gooner a broom. And when she helps me sweep, odd items randomly go flying…many ending up under the oven.
I found rocks, bottle tops, magnetic alphabet letters, a miniature toy camera and crumbs. Loads of crumbs. It was gross. Q left work early to come home and relieve me of my mommy duties since I’ve been lacking in sleep caring for sickie Gooner and growing baby Sooner. He told me to take a bath, go for a run, do something other than do my typical mommy duties. He’d even purchased Chipotle so I wouldn’t have to cook. He KNOWS the way to my heart is through Mexican food.
Our house is beginning to smell like Vicks. I SHOULD go to bed. It could be a long one…