One child ran into the side of the house with his head. He said he wasn't looking where he was going. Another child ran into the stairs with his eyeball. I'm guessing he wasn't looking either.
Another child apparently doesn't like going to bed and thinks throwing up ... in large quantities ... is a better option. Oh. And she's also getting her two front teeth. Nice timing.And then the first child ... the one who ran into the house ... got pink eye. Sweet.
And then an earache. Even more fun.
And then gave his cold to the child who ran into the stairs ... and is trying to give it to me.
I've had a glass of wine. I've made myself a smore. I've consumed more chocolate than is probably wise to partake of. I've been trapped in this house for so long that I've now started rearranging the laundry room. And visualizing all sorts of changes for the downstairs. And I'm making decorations for our Easter table even though I'm not sure I'm even cooking an Easter dinner but at this point ... who cares!!! Because ... well ... looking at how the week has gone so far ... doing unnecessary brainless activities just seems like a much better option.
I'm sorry you've had the week you've had but I'm happy I'm not the only one who has weeks like this. When does Ben get home? I say you get to take an entire day off when he does get home. And eat all the chocolate you can and then a little more (for me).
ReplyDeleteYou poor thing. We're drinking on the way to bunco tonight.
ReplyDeleteI should make you a very large bowl of buttered popcorn. And then eat it with you. I wish!
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