I am so tired of being sick. And feeling lazy because I can hardly get through a day of child watching let alone do anything else around the house. I’m managing to keep it to one Sesame Street a day but some days I’m so tempted to put on something else to buy myself another few minutes of rest.
I went to get checked to make sure I don’t have pneumonia and then I was watching the news and there was this teaser about the medi-place I went, at exactly the time I went, on the day that I went, being exposed to measles. I had to watch for 14 more minutes to see it was a different location. 14 extra minutes of local nightly news. Painful.
Whine, whine, whine. Cough, cough, cough.
Erin, you are missed.
(Lindsay, come over.)
We are SO on our A-Game tonight.
I will now proceed to stuff my face. Excuse me.
I am so sad that I missed cheese night. Stupid plague. If I cough up enough lungs then I won’t have any more to cough up and I’ll be better!
Working at the barre. Point your toe and square your hips lady.
I’m working on my second round of cold/bronchitis/general malaise in three weeks. We normally have dance parties in the morning but since I’ve been sick, I dance while sitting in my chair.
The past couple of days, as soon as I put the music on, they run to their chairs, sit, and start to shimmy.
It’s cute. And disturbing. Don’t be lazy like mama!
Nellie got a fluffy hand-me-down sweater and she now has to be wearing it at all times. As soon as it’s on she throws her hands up and walks around like she owns the damn place.
The girls spent the weekend coloring and apparently throwing sass (Nellie) at their grandmother’s house so we could do some stuff around the house.
Instead, I spent it sick in bed, watching British period dramas.
It amazes me that they are these little people with their own personalities. No shortage of personality there.
I realized as this was happening that I maybe should have trimmed some nails first.
Which would have been the best ever. I think she saw the glint of excitement in my eyes and decided to brave the drive home.
Before and after. Too bad I never have any damn time to sew, but at least it looks pretty!