I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top

There is poo on my counter. In a bag. UGH. Motherhood bites.

It's been 10 days and the Kid's JPs have not stopped. The doctor said, "I'm not really concerned, however, IT MIGHT BE A PARASITE." Sure, that's not extreme. I'm sure it will go away by itself tomorrow but I went for the stool sample just to be safe. How I got this was a story in itself, and there was no poo touching involved, but I won't bother you with those details here. Email me if you want to know the trick. You know, in case you need to get some poo. God.

And of course, whenever the kids are sick, work tends to kick my ass hard. Architecture is unforgiving like that. Then I yelled at the Kid like the poop is his fault. Being a horrible mother is hard work. It's been a miserable couple o' days around here, let me tell you.

To take my mind off things I made up some valentines. I dug up some lovely stardream red cardstock and a bunch of glassine envelopes. I knew I wanted to make something with a window, so I came up with an envelope in an envelope.

I got mini (whee!) Pez, and some colorful candy hearts and put them in the glassine envelope. Glassine is perfect for this because it's light and soft - just right to show off the candy inside.

The Kid likes it mostly because there's no chocolate involved so he can eat it fine. I cut a window out of the cardstock and ...

...busted out the sewing machine. I thought it'd be cute to have some little stitches running around the edge. My extremely expensive sewing machine was not happy, but what can you do.

I apologized to the Kid for yelling at him and he didn't remember a thing. Yet I am scarred for life, of course. Well that was a lovely post. Poo and candy hearts. I told the Kid that unicorns poop candy hearts and I think he believes me. Man, I am a horrible mother.
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