Sweet dreams with a Chill pill
But today is another day, post-Bug. Today brings new struggles, new joys. I woke up to the sounds of Fric and Frac giggling like mad over (what else?) potty humor. Not the same as blue eyes at the edge of the bed, but not bad either. I am going to soldier on and face my family with grace, dignity and perhaps a touch of liquor in my coffee. My husband will hold my hand and dry my eyes. And I am going to take my best friend's advice before leaving, and take a chill-pill.
And if none of these things work, well, there is always the family ham.