It's been busy.
In a whirling dervish sort of way.
Not only have I been trying to keep the house "show ready" for whenever the Realtor calls, but London has taken it upon herself to just want to cat nap in little thirty minute spurts during the day. That's not so much my favorite. But, the crowning joy of life right now is the fact that we are in the thick of the worst poison ivy episode that we have ever had. To date.
And that's saying a lot.
We. have. done. it. all.
Or maybe we haven't.
Last week, Kaden's face was plastered with it so badly, and his face was so swollen that he didn't even look like himself. Seriously, people. His face? What in the world?!!!
And this week, Jesse's entire bottom leg down to his foot is plastered and swollen up to almost twice the size of his other leg. And with each successive day...the blisters....they grow.
Praise the Lord and pass the biscuits. We are a leprous generation. Unclean! Unclean!
And then I also found this little topical remedy, as well:
I must say, that he was highly unimpressed with the entire procedure, but he did say that it soothed him.
But then again, the poison ivy and the swelling and the oozing blisters are no picnic to look at, either.
I'm off to check into the Funny Farm....