Thursday, July 17, 2008

Yesterday, a recap

  • After a week of the three E's succombing to fevers, mystery rashes, and sore throats, we finally get a diagnosis of hand, foot, and mouth disease. And it can kiss my ass.
  • I spent a good portion of the morning uncomfortable until I realized that I was wearing my thong sideways. I wish I could tell you that this was an isolated incident, but alas, I did it two weeks ago too. This takes a special kind of stupid. Please send brain cells ASAP.
  • I successfully completed four SuDoKu puzzles from the Peanut's puzzle book that I purloined from Lucas, while comforting Emma on the couch. And those puppies were hard too, three out of five Snoopys.
  • Spent 35 minutes online chatting with rep as the sheets I bought THREE WEEKS ago already have blown elastic. They're taking them back and if I'm feeling generous, I'll even wash them first.
  • Ordered new sheets online, although not from Overstock. If you are reading this honey, I got plain boring cream coloured ones this time. Yes, sometimes I do listen when you complain. I'm still not going to serve meatloaf every night though.
  • Counted, in my very best Sesame-Street-Count-voice, 15 freaking steps that my baby took. My baby. The one who will be a year old next month. *sobs* Oh, and Ellie? Could we please talk about this sippy cup thing, because mommy would like her boobs back soon. Daddy too.
  • Spent a lovely hour after dinner in the pool with the family. Afterward the men-folk took off for the farm to help unload hay bales, and the girls and I climbed into the big tub and styled our hair in shampoo. As it turns out, I look pretty hot in a mo-hawk.
  • Finally got the babies settled in bed last night in time to watch Bravo's final season of Project Runway. The holiest of all hours in my mommy week.
  • Just before Lucas trots off to bed, he informs me that he feels "Really, really hot. And my throat like, hurts. A lot."
  • Well kids: 2 Coxsackie stricken kids: 4
  • Said adieu to Tim Gunn, had a beer, and went to bed.


Angie said...

What a rotten day! Hand, Foot, Mouth can kiss my tush too. It sucks. If it makes you feel better I started my day by cursing out a father at the daycare. Next time the ass will move his truck or I'll hit it!

C. Beth said...

Well, I'm glad I got to benefit from the humor of your crappy day. I'm sure that my laughter makes you feel so much better, right? I mean, I'm sure you would undergo all manner of suffering just so your online friend Beth could laugh. You are too kind!

Sorry it sucked. :( Hope today is better.

Nate's Mom said...

Hi, I just hopped over from the BeDesign site. I have been reading your blog for way too long. I felt compelled to at least leave a comment, so I would feel so stalker-ish. I have a house full of boys and I have to say that I just love your Brett! He's a riot. Thanks for making a stranger smile!

Sheri in CA
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Bri said...

Awww, Im a special kinda stupid too... I too have had the thong mishap, ow!

Hope the kiddies start feeling better soon!

Kristi said...

Doesn't sound like fun times for you, but thanks for the laughs! I hope everyone feels better soon!

Sasha said...

I'm just stopping by to tell you, 1 beer is not enough. Drink some more, I hereby give you permission.

In my house, beer drank after kids are in bed has a direct correlation to the amount of mayhem at said house that evening.

Your evening was at least a 3-beer-er. Maybe 4 if they are light beers.