Have you ever

Have you ever been so bored that you thought about picking your nose just so you had something to do?

Me neither, but I was this close ( ______) to doing it.

Let me first give you the excuse for my... for lack of a better word, laziness. As you know the flu has been going through my family like shared chocolate so I spend most of the day lugging around the man child. He is not the kind of child that will sit and watch a movie or lay quietly in his bed, but rather a follow Mommy and whine type.

So today not only was I feeling drained but I also felt slightly off. Oh dear! Am I hungry or is my stomach beginning to show signs of illness. I was just sick so I couldn’t be coming down with the flu again right? RIGHT??? (insert stressed face)

I decided that the best thing for me to do was to camp out on the couch and think of nothing stressful. I held still, thought happy thoughts and hummed things like, bright paper packages tied up in string and snow flakes that land on my nose and eyelashes. But I found it hard to focus and the children kept interrupting me.

Well, I got bored thinking about things not to do. I thought about not doing the laundry, or not doing the dishes, of not sending out bills. In fact, I was thinking of not doing anything productive.

It felt weird.

I just couldn't find the rhythm or the groove of boredom. I remember this feeling from my teenage years (I mean, to be honest I was never truly bored because only boring people are bored.) but I must have forgotten about the numbness it caused on my bottom right cheek or the steady ticking in my eye.

After much coaxing and 4 pick me up, pre-game coaching speeches and cheers I did something productive and useful. We all got our toes and finger nails painted. Even the man child participated.

In the wee hours of the night

The three of us spent last night in the bathroom; me, blanket and book. The only thing worse then feeling ill alone in the bathroom is having someone there when you "up". I want to be left alone when I'm sick. I even turn on the fan just to make sure no one can hear a thing and come to bother me.

I was quickly arriving to the point where I needed to set the book down, turn on the fan and open the toilet lid. I think that I might have "upped" if the man child had not cried out at that exact moment. I went into his room ( in the hunched-over-slightly- inebriated manor ready to bolt back if things turned ugly), thinking that maybe, mother and son were about to share the same upheaval fate.

Nah, he just needed a drink of water.

Seriously??

Are you SERIOUS! How hard is it to get out of your bed and get a drink of water? Isn't that the whole reason why we have YOUR very own cup WITH YOUR NAME ON IT in the bathroom? Well, at least he stopped me from decorating the toilet bowl.

It’s amazing what the mommy instinct can overcome.

Valentine's Day

Good thing that my goal this year was not to blog more. Just thought that I should mention that so that you can stop judging me. But if you are thinking how wonderful I am, and that you can't believe what a great D.G. I am, and that when you grow up you want a hair cut just like mine ,then by all means, keep judging away.
For Valentine's Day we decorated our own bags and made Valentines for each other. After that we added some chocolate and cookies. Later, while the kiddos were out with Daddy I hid the bags.They had a great time running around the house looking for their bags. The Hubby man had the hardest time finding his own. I also made a nice Valentine's Day meal and for dessert I made a chocolate swirl cake. While I was waiting for the cake to cool ,before adding the cherry jello to color it red, the cat got up on the counter. I yelled like the crazy women I am and frightened the cat so much that it stepped into the cake. OH was I angry! I then had to cut out a big section of the cake cause NASTY that paw has been in the... never mind you get the point.

Have you ever had a time when you look back and think, "WHAT the HELM was I thinking?"

While during that questionable time I got two kitties. Reuben (on left) and Ralphie. We have already spent more money on these cats (meaning Ralphie's surgery) then we wanted. But I should have known that we are sissies after not being able to take "care" of the nest of rabbits. After this, the only kind of animal that I will ever get is the kind that stays in the freezer or in a can. I'm too much of a softy.

Strawberry Shortcake

Our little Banana is FIVE! That means she starts school in the fall. Not that I'm keeping track...
She loves, LOVES Strawberry shortcake. So surprisingly enough she had a strawberry shortcake birthday cake. I have to admit that it ended up perrty cute.

Her favorite birthday gifts were an umbrella and five dollars (which she bought a bag of marshmallow's and ice cream).