GR and I have both had horribly sore throats for the last two days. Tuesday afternoon I hit a brick wall of fatigue, I couldn't peel myself from the couch. GR came home early and sent me to bed, where I stayed for 4 hours. I got up and watched Amazing Race with him and then we both crashed again. Wednesday GR got what I got. And today although I have my most of my energy back, my throat still hurts, and GR is a walking zombie.
In an effort not to infect my parents house during our Spring Break visit, I made doctors appointments for the whole family. GR and me, 11:45, the kids at 1:45 ... and we're 5 for 5 -- all of us have strepthroat. Pretty amazing don't you think? So we're each downing the antibiotics, and I'm not taking the kids to preschool tomorrow - they aren't going to be happy about that, but maybe we'll be able to get an earlier start for St. Louis.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Sam's Latest Achievement
I am now learning what life with a boy is like. Why it has taken me this long to either realize it or acknowledge it, I don't know.
My son, my dear sweet, loving child, has decided that my carpet is his canvas. In ten short days he has managed to get the following items on my carpet... red nail polish, liquid Tylenol, Elmers gel glue - twice (which turns to soap when you get it wet, because it's washable), black gardening dirt, BBQ sauce, icy hot, mascara, toothpaste.
It's good thing that about this time last year, after Rebecca and Emily got high gloss, white latex paint on the carpet (kitchen floor, laundry area walls, landing, PJs, and throw pillows, etc.), that I hated my carpet and it simply wasn't worth fretting about. It's old, yucky and I have young children. So although the liquid Tylenol has been on the stairs and in Sam's room for the last week, the entire family continues to step over the mass of pick sticky gue in my carpet until I find the time to clean it up.
I've starting to take pictures of all the spills ... maybe it will at least make a cute scrapbook page.
My son, my dear sweet, loving child, has decided that my carpet is his canvas. In ten short days he has managed to get the following items on my carpet... red nail polish, liquid Tylenol, Elmers gel glue - twice (which turns to soap when you get it wet, because it's washable), black gardening dirt, BBQ sauce, icy hot, mascara, toothpaste.
It's good thing that about this time last year, after Rebecca and Emily got high gloss, white latex paint on the carpet (kitchen floor, laundry area walls, landing, PJs, and throw pillows, etc.), that I hated my carpet and it simply wasn't worth fretting about. It's old, yucky and I have young children. So although the liquid Tylenol has been on the stairs and in Sam's room for the last week, the entire family continues to step over the mass of pick sticky gue in my carpet until I find the time to clean it up.
I've starting to take pictures of all the spills ... maybe it will at least make a cute scrapbook page.
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