The hardest part about writing a daily post is finding the accompanying picture.
Do you know how hard it is to find a photograph to go with the true story of emptying one’s bladder between two campers?
Or find one for a 1975 camper that doesn’t exist anymore? If one does exist, it’s probably out in a Southern Missouri field rusting away with a tree growing through its middle.
I spend most of my time looking for a picture that might make sense for each post.
I only use free pictures. I refuse to pay for a photograph of a lake or cloudy skies.
And as it turns out, more challenging than finding pictures for posts is writing about finding pictures for posts.
“So that’s all I have to say about that.”
In other news, the boys are sick again. My wife is exhausted.
Son #1 came to our bed around four o’clock this morning. He wasn’t feeling well. He had been moaning in his bed for quite some time. His momma tried to comfort him, to no avail.
He told us yesterday afternoon that he felt like puking.
But he held off until he came to our room and climbed into our bed. Then he let loose.
He’s a considerate and sharing young man.
Back to the first topic of finding pictures, how will I locate a picture of a three-year-old vomiting in a king-sized bed?
And who wants to see that kind of picture? Not me.
I didn’t want to see the real-life event.
So you see my predicament.
The other day I used the picture of a cloudy sky. For this post, I may use a portrait of a city skyline. Because why not.
Or maybe I can find one that shows a field of wildflowers. Or what if I found one that showcased a tranquil lake in the middle of a mountain range?
My predicament will be over by the time I post this. So you’ll know what I’ve chosen. At this point, however, I have no clue.
I hope it’s a good one.
Okay, back to that second topic. The sick-children topic.
We thought Son #1 just had a momentary case of the stomach bug. And he may have. But now Son #2 has it.
He woke up from his Sunday afternoon nap, puking up a storm. At least he was in his bed.
But now the washer and dryer are going full blast. Baths are happening soon. And the windows are wide open to let some fresh air inside.
I always remember lying around as a child when I felt ill. Maybe my parents had a different perspective.
Or maybe, they take after their momma. I don’t know how she acted when she was sick. And when I asked her, she had a sudden case of amnesia.
Our children act like wild cave dwellers when they’re sick. They must believe that the more wild they behave, the quicker they recover. I wish that were true.
So as I write this post, my gorgeous wife is trying to regain her sanity in the La-Z-Boy, Son #1 is swinging on a trapeze, and Son #2 is doing cartwheels on the roof.
We’ll laugh about this thirty years from now.
to the real-life-livers,
– Caleb
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