July 12, 2005
so very crabby
Today is a crappy day at Friday Playdate. For starters, I am sick. I blame the children; they BOTH picked up colds this weekend (where on earth do you get a COLD in JULY? Yes yes, I know, viruses live everywhere all the time blah blah blah. But STILL!). My throat hurts, my head hurts, and I am so tired I can hardly stand up. This afternoon, while the boys were supposed to be napping, I dozed off on the sofa, and had a dream that our tornado sirens were sounding but I couldn’t wake up enough to get the kids into the shelter. Ha ha ha! How funny is that! Oh god . . .
Our morning playdate cancelled, too, which made me cranky, as I had already told the kids we were going to go to this godawful indoor playplace at the mall with these friends (yes, the places where all the germs are–we’re already sick, let’s go play in the petri dish) and then I had to take the kids to the damn playplace anyway. The really aggravating part is that they don’t really LIKE the playplace–too many kids, not enough to do–which meant that they whined about wanting to go and then whined about going there instead of the park. Arrgh.
And then there’s the talking. Oy, the talking! I swear to god Henry started talking at 6:00 am and hasn’t stopped ONCE. I honestly don’t even know what the hell he’s talking about. But as soon as I stop listening, he says, ‘Right Mom? Can we?’ I have no idea what I’ve consented to today. Whatever it is, they are driving me nuts. And now they want to build an airplane! How much Benadryl can I give them all at once? Safely, I mean . . .
But I am having a GREAT hair day.
Posted by Susan @ 1:39 pm • Uncategorized
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July 12th, 2005 at 2:22 pm, ieatcrayonz Says:
Great hair is all that matters right now. Get some rest.
Petri dish…LOVE it.
July 12th, 2005 at 6:35 pm, Candace Says:
Yay for great hair!
My son talks.so.much that we’ve taken to asking him for some quiet time now and then.
We say, “Christopher, we need you to be quiet for just about five minutes. Can you do that?”
“Sure,” he says.
And then 30 seconds later he’s talking again.
July 12th, 2005 at 8:29 pm, M&Co. Says:
Maybe it was the weather. I was having a great hair day. Until I had to go to Braum’s for more (I just bought a gallon on Sunday) milk. Then I just had a soggy hair day.
The BoyChild talks.All.The.Time.Too. Which is why I don’t understand why the woman at the nice jewish school says he doesn’t talk very much to them. How is that possible? He never, ever stops talking? I mean he goes to sleep at night talking, or making noises of some variety.