I was going to bake two Flan Cakes tonight. My plans got cancelled when I had a major allergy attack at work today. And, hubby dropped off Matty on his way to work at my office because last night he twisted his ankle/foot while jumping on his brother’s bed so he didn’t go to school today. I’ve been drugged up on Benadryl since 3pm, hoping I can make it go away so that tomorrow I can wake up early and bake. Meanwhile, Matty is uncomfortable and only wants to be carried.
The up-side: he learned his lesson. He won’t be jumping on beds again…he knows that he’s hurt because he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to.
The down-side: I’m largely in denial, but I think I’m allergic to Sandy.