“I’m feeling rather loopy,” I mentioned to my husband last night, while shaking a bag of pretzels and doing a little dance in Aisle 6 of the supermarket. We had had our first babysitting in weeks, and the date night at the steakhouse—as always—ended up as a shopping trip; it is honestly a complete blast to shop as a couple if you are used to having to cart kids every time.
Well, if he didn’t believe me then, he knew I was “off” when I laughed almost to tears while I pointed out to him, “Do you REALIZE… (giggle) that when you take out the S’s, the store is ‘Top and Hop’?!? ROFL…”
“Okay. You don’t do drugs, so I’m going with a sinus infection again. Do you have any symptoms?”
“No, not really, I’m just a bit dizzy. And tired. And I have a little cold. Only cough a little. Slight headache. I’m fine.”
Yeah right. Hate when he’s right. I really did have the hubris to think I wouldn’t get his cold. Or my baby’s, who regularly sneezes in my face and laughs at the sound.
The morning after, I am here holding my pounding forehead with one hand. I had boiled water for tea, but wandered off and forgot to put the tea in; it’s waiting to be boiled again. I made eggs, but lost the energy to eat them. I got distracted by half an episode of “Chopped.” And then I fast-forwarded through the news I recorded from last night, to the part where the weatherman held up the picture of himself with a certain third-grade class. “MOM, that’s ME! Right there on TV! See?” Jumping with delight, she hammered at the screen with her finger at a tiny face in the crowd. “Oh, that’s awesome sweetie!” I exclaimed at the appropriate time.
I think that’s going to be the most active part of my day. I’m now listening to my 8 year old and 3 year old attempting to play “Pretty Pretty Princess” behind my chair. It’s not going well.
8-“Okay, you rolled a three, so you need to put back your bracelet.”
3-“Oh NO! Not my pwetty bwacelet!”
8-(With a painful attempt at patience) “Don’t worry sweetie; you’ll get it back.”
3-“But I want THAT ONE!! WAAAA!”
8-“Roll the die… Move your pawn to four.”
8- “Oh look! You get to take ANY piece of jewelry!”
3- “Oh WOW! HooWAY!” (Struggles up from floor to do a happy stomping dance.)
Attempts to have them change the game have been unsuccessful. (“But I WANT the CWOWN! I LOVE the CWOWN!”) I jump every time the volume goes up as I’m hoping my 1 year old keeps napping.
It is inadvisable to blog on a “topic” today--as you see all I can manage is to give "play-by-play" of oh-so-fascinating domestic events--so frankly I’m just going to see if I have any leftover antibiotics in the back of my pantry. Or maybe they're in the fridge. Okay fine, I’ll call the doctor instead. Or boil some hot peppers and inhale that, hear that can work. No, not the neti-pot. Got any great tea? Groann….
“YOU WON THE GAME! HOORAY!” Oh bliss. Oh God bless eight-year olds.
Oh no, wait. They are dumping out the costume box to celebrate with a princess parade.
“Nope, I’m sorry, I’m wearing this one.”
It’s loud. I’m sick. Stay well. Pray for me. Soccer games are taking up the telly, but the bed looks lonely. Hmm. Sure they won’t miss me, right? Zzz… - TLC