It seems like everything is back for an encore performance.
I thought we were done with winter.
Encore: One more round of ice storms (complete with thunder and lightning?!?!) and snow days/delays.
I thought we were done with sickness.
Encore: The super mega cold ended up as influenza. And has now spread to my husband.
I thought I was getting better from the influenza, and talked myself into a workout on Monday.
Encore: Backslide. I'm not very smart sometimes.
I thought we were all potty trained.
Encore: Someone *cough, cough, C. cough cough* peed on my new couch because he didn't want to miss his show on TV.
Sometimes the encore isn't worth clapping over.