What Goes Around, Comes Around

It's that time of year again. The leaves are displaying their glorious display of reds, oranges and yellows. The air is crisp and cool and the sun is warm. Nights are cold but days are warm. The sunrise this morning was an amazing hue of bright purply-red all across the sky.

I felt a sore throat coming on last night after my husband left for his weekly nocturnal adoration hour. I decided to go to bed with a great book...A Canticle for Leibowitz. I didn't read too long before my eyelids were getting heavy.

My husband stayed home sick today. And we've got several sick kids, including one with strep.

Hey, kids! Let's read some nursery rhymes!

Hey, Diddle Diddle (with apologies to M. Goose)

Hey, Diddle Diddle,

The dog did a piddle,

The toddler's making a moon.

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The little ones laughed

To see such sport

And the kids are all sick with the flu.

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Hot, Cross Moms!

Hot, cross Moms!

Hot, cross Moms!

Must be the time of life for her,

Hot, cross Moms!

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I've got a lot of daughters,

I've got a lot of sons.

Why doesn't someone take out the trash?

Hot, cross Moms!