The Lorica of Saint Mommy of Sick Children

Yeah. So, we’ve had a stomach virus here for about the past week, and today it culminated in one of the most craptastic days in my three year career so far as a mother. Bad things have been happening. Bad, bad things.

Monday Madness: A Ludicrous Limerick Called, “Ode to a Salad”

Behold! A poem that came to me this afternoon as I ate my lunch: This is a ballad that is all about salad; It rhymes about carrots, and not about ferrets, Its lyrics beset us with lines about lettuce It inanely prattles about grapes, nuts, and apples, It lilts about beans and lush collard greens Of turnips, and beets, and …