These words were uttered in our house yesterday. I had a nasty stomach bug yesterday that kept me from eating and left me laying on the couch wishing it was my children’s naptime all day long so I could have a naptime, too. I was achy and hot and clammy and then freezing…not good. I would like to translate for Liam. What he meant was not that he loves it when Mommy feels like crud, but that he loved staying in his jammies all day and watching a good chunk of TV. Then Grandma came over and played card games with them and gave them the kind of attention that only grandmas can. I would be more than happy to let him wear his jammies all day and I am sure Grandma would be more than happy to come over and play cards again, but let’s not wish this stomach bug on Mommy again…it’s not a lot of fun.
Archive for September 19th 2006
Why is it that when I have someplace I need to be the people around me are driving painfully, sluggishly, below the speed limit? Are they trying to irritate me? Or maybe they are just trying to tell me to slow down and that the world is not going to go into a holding pattern if I am a few minutes late to my destination.