Sunday, April 1, 2007

Mommie Dearest

Thanks for getting me sick, Bastard! (Everybody Loves Raymond...Everybody except me, cause I love Brad Garrett!)
Woke up with Casino-itis...a nasty cold/fever that is probably the result of spending a gluttonous 24 hours in a cauldron of germs and recycled air. Yuck... With Jeff off to work at the glorious hour of 4am, I was left to fend for (and feel sorry for myself). Little Mister Sunshine woke up on the wrong side of the crib and decided paybacks are a bitch, indeed ("Mommy wants to go away for a night? No problem...Mommy wants to cut her hair and look weird to me? No problem...I'm gonna wake up extra early, I'm going to dump my cereal on the floor, I'm going to do my thing and she can't stop me...I'm two and I'm going to win every time")...or something like that, I'm sure. Felt like Bad Mommy right out of the gates...Little Einsteins babysat for two episodes while I froze under a blanket on the couch. Decided fresh air would be beneficial, so we loaded up the red wagon with snacks & supplies for a trek to the park down the street. Cold & still grouchy, we headed home after barely an hour. My breaking point: I actually wanted to eat a lollipop in front of him just to be mean! Wow, I've sunken to a whole new evil Low. Instead, I popped in the Muppet Movie after lunch, loaded up the Mickey Mouse Pez dispenser with his favorite color (yellow) & we snuggled on the couch til nap time. Friends again (he's only two...I can be his buddy most of the time). For the first time in recent memory, I had to call out sick for a ride (French Creek, nonetheless)...I think BP went solo. Usually I feel as though the woods heal me, but I didn't have it in me today and probably would have ended up hurt (or worse...whining). Maybe Cranky is coming down with something, too as he is still sleeping... Nyquil for me tonight, a Delirium for Jeff, and a hot bath and warm Jammies for Tough Guy.

1 comment:

fatmarc said...

speaking from sick,
sick sucks.