Poison ivy. Nasty case, but seems a little better post- two doses of Benadryl and two of prednisone. I'd be less annoyed if we hadn't told the kid approximately a hundred times to stay out of the damned bushes at my in-laws,' but the kid is too miserable for any maternal I-told-you-sos. I guess some people just have to learn lessons the hard way. And I've had this song in my head all day:
When we got home with the meds, Himself went to the gym. Then the skies opened and it poured for about three hours, so no trips out for me. I live with slobs who could care less about tidiness, and I flat-out refuse to clean anything else today. So I cooked instead: a huge pot of tomato sauce from my own tomatoes, a loaf of bread, a pot of soup, and a batch of bread-and-butter pickles from my own cukes and a 4H Fair-winning recipe given to me by a friend. Feeling slightly better, and the house smells great.
Tired of being the maid and housekeeper and having messes made as fast as I try to clean. Definitely ready for school to start!