Last night, the compulsive idiot that I am, baked (hello – from scratch) 18 banana muffins and 20 dinner rolls (yes I baked the bread from scratch too). Thing 1 has the class Christmas lunch today and of course we had to contribute (because of my guilt issues). Why, in heaven’s name did I think to make bread (which takes 4 friggin’ hours)?! It’s all good – I remind myself.
The Gods decided my hands were far too idle so they dumped some snow my way during the night. Not a lot of snow. Just enough to cover my corner house sidewalks. (Never buy a corner house for this reason). It only took an hour out of my day. It’s all good – I remind myself.
After Thing 2 threw-up for the third time this morning — I thought maybe staying home with Mom would be a good idea. (On the first and second times — I admit I considered sending the child). No fever. No illness. Just this darn cough which makes Thing 2 do THIS. Took Thing 2 to visit the doctor who casually said it might be Whooping Cough and the test results will come back next week. “Does Thing 2 need to stay home all week?” I ask (noting the test stick going into a biohazzard bag). “Can’t say” replies the doc. “Could be just a cough or could be whooping cough. Use your judgement”. It’s all good – I remind myself.
Thank blog it’s almost Thursday (crap. Thursday. Note to self – Thursday – pj day at school – do laundry! Thursday. Thing 1’s class Christmas breakfast. If judgement tells you to send Thing 1 [and it is] – pack plate, utensils and cup). Thursday sucks. Go to Friday. Geez. Friday. Red and green day at school. Do more laundry!
Can someone just send me to my room for the rest of the week – please?!