Nov 25, 2012 12:41
I don't have much to say.
I am sick. Sick! It is a real doozy. I guess that's how I roll. I almost never get sick and then when I do it kicks my ass. This one is a wicked sore throat with swollen glands. I'm on day four of feeling like my throat is full of mashed potatoes and glass shards. I am taking tylenol and motrin every 4 hours around the clock. Take that, liver and kidneys! I woke up with it in the wee hours on Thursday, so it has pretty much killed this nice long weekend. Oh well.
The kids are with Jen today so I am doing a bunch of stuff I can't do with kids around, like vacuum. I should also online shop for Christmas presents or something. I threw out all of their McDonalds toys. Oh, the things you do when the children are not home! I may also take a nap. Tonight I am going to take my evil germs to the movies, though, because I am really effing tired of being trapped in my house feeling like crap. So I am going to feel like crap AT THE MOVIES. I will not breathe on anyone.
Tukey has moved into the "parts" phase of toddlerhood where he loves things that have a million parts like Mega Blocks, train tracks, wooden blocks, and potato heads. Parts everywhere. I also don't have any idea what to get him for Christmas because he JUST had a birthday and we have so many toys from Punk's toddler days. Maybe I will wrap some up. Shhhh.
Punk is almost 5.5 and she is becoming quite the strong-willed, independent thinker which is a nice way of saying PITA! But good on her, because she is learning to stand up for herself and navigate her environment, which is really what I want for her. I could just do with less stomping.
Good times.
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divorce parenting,
punk,
holiday,
bogo