Yesterday I was sick. So sick in fact, that I spent most of the day lying on the couch, grasping at my stomach, and writhing in pain. This meant that the children had free reign. They watched movies, played the Wii, ran outside, [probably in the street] and...got into superglue. Miss Audrey is covered. Her sweet little hands are wrinkled and scratchy. Her soft hair is crispy. There are patches of glue stuck to her chubby thighs, her nose, her forehead. I wish I could say it was the older children, but actually, it was my dear husband who left the glue out. Open. At arms reach from the floor. I am considering it a tender mercy that miraculously the glue was not closer to her eyes or mouth. No permanent damage has been done and the evidence of my neglect should wear off in a week or so. At least that's what I'm hoping.