Mummy is taking a sick day. Actually, mummy would have loved to take a sick day many times over the past 3+ years (and not just to go sit at the bar, either) but this time Papa is insisting on the sick day. OK. I have a laptop and I’ve been meaning to start a blog so here goes.
I’m enjoying my sick day. Besides being worried that I may have infected others with this terrible head cold, I’m getting the chance to catch up on blogs, emails, news, etc. Oh, and I’m meditating this cold away just because I can. Or at least I like to think I can.
So I sit up here in my bed – forced to lay here while my family feeds me in bed, brings me medicine and tries to stay out because Papa said so – and I can hear what’s going on downstairs. M&B are fighting over a yoga mat. I love that a 3 year old and a 21 month old fight over a yoga mat. There has to be something good in that doesn’t there? Well, doesn’t there?
Now M is at the bottom of the stairs and boy, is she peeo’d. “That’s NOT FAIR when Papa says no. I’m not going near him any more because he’s not fair. He doesn’t know how to be fair. Oh, hello, B, is Papa being not fair to you, too? No, B. That’s mine. MINE, SHE SAID (yes, M likes to quote herself by saying ’she said’ when she’s serious). Oh, gosh, B, you’re not nice and Papa’s not fair. I wish Mummy were down here because she’s not fair only sometimes.”
Oh, my. And there is lots more to be overheard but I’m busy catching up. And planning, there is lots of planning. I just joined WoYoPracMo and there is a lot to catch up on there and to plan for. More on that later. For now, my first post is done. That wasn’t so hard, was it? And the sudafed hasn’t effected my ability to be coherent, has it?
