I feel like I’ve been backed over by a truck.
You know how people always complain that their husbands are huge babies when they have the tiniest cold, meanwhile when the wife is sick, life goes on as usual? Yeah, not in this house. I’m the whiner.
Although, when I’m sick, I sleep more. And it’s a good thing the boys have what I have, because they’ve been napping nicely with me all week.
I’m just ready to feel better!
In other news…
As I was waiting in the pick up line at the school this afternoon to get Lili, this woman road up on a crotch rocket motorcycle- wearing super high heels. She could barely walk in them. Then, she drove off with her little kid precariously perched on the back. Yay, safety. Kids are supposed to be in booster seats until 8 years old and 80 pounds here. Not to mention the whole heels thing…
I’ve got nothing against motorcycles, I just don’t think this was a wise choice. To be fair, the kid could have been 9 and 81 pounds, but it was probably a close call there.
The only other exciting thing that happened here today aside from the ability to breathe through one of my nostrils for a brief period of time was that the ice cream truck drove by, playing Christmas songs. In February.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Oh wait- I already know. Frenzied laundry and packing and 12 hours in the car.