Man, does it ever pour.

On Sunday, my wife got splashed with lye in her eyes. That’s right, lye, sodium hydroxide. NaOH. If you thought acid in the face was bad, it turns out that alkalis are far worse, and lye is one of the baddest of the bunch. To make a long story short, she’ll be fine, and has since regained her normal sight. I took some time off from work to care for her and wrangle the kids.

On Monday, though, I was hit by horrible gastrointestinal problems. I’ll spare you the gory details. Suffice it to say, however, that my regular doctor has no idea what my guts are up to, so now I’ve got to go to a specialist, so that he can shove a camera down my throat and take a look around the inside of my squishy parts. I am so glad I’m not even remotely connected with the medical field.

Anyhow, we made quite the couple- she of the weeping Eye of Sauron, fumbling around the house and unable even to read, and me, curled up and whimpering on a couch, while the kids ran riot, only barely checked by an occasional sharp word of command. I’ve had better weeks.