3 purple lies

One of those nights.

It was one of those nights that I actually had a plan and a list and the ambition to get things done.
But alas, fate was thinking otherwise.
Well it was fate or karma.
Who knows.
Lucia was a tyrant, demanding num-nums (food), to play in the dirt and to be carried around with her na-na (blanket)
Willis was writhing in pain with stomach cramps and a fever on the couch. (by 9:00 he was starting to feel chipper again. Awesome. Energy at bedtime)
And my list was forgotten. So was my supper and really anything I had intended to do.
Including a super good post on marriage.
Ah well, I guess it'll have to wait until next week.
At least my pajamas are comfy.
I sure am looking forward to the weekend already.