So it is today, when I was scheduled to be packing Master P & myself up for a Smug Mummy wedding weekend full of sand between our toes and sunnier climes . . .
. . . instead, we're staying home on the advice of our pediatrician & attempting to get the wee CEO healthy:
Have you ever seen a sorrier thing in your life - and I'm not just talking about the Mom Martyr act I'm putting on here?
Of course, it is my job to take care of Master P, and I'm only too happy to do it - and avoid subjecting him or our fellow passengers to our (coughy icky) travels, but . . . but . . . BEACH. Sunshine. My dear Smug Mummy friend all gussied up in her bridal finery. Also, BEACH.
In lieu of my usual "out of office"