Snuffleupagirl
"Again?" says the boss when he asks how my weekend was and I tell him I'm sick.
I know! Twice in one month! It's insane (in the mucus membrane, as the song goes by those dudes. Way back when. Had to look it up. Cypress Hill. They spelled Cyprus wrong. Perhaps they're from Turkey. I know the lead singer from System of a Down is. But I believe I am slightly digressing)!
My eyes sting, my nose feels like a cannonball was shoved inside it, and I'm sneezing with the regularity of a Swiss clock. DayQuil, no help. Three cups of tea, a little help. Temporary.
The whole house is miserable; Ainsley was at a friend's yesterday afternoon, and when Erin got up at 3, she cried until 4. Went all over the house, from the basement to our bedroom, looking for Mama with the Mammoes. Finally took everyone's Happy Ass to Grandad's to dirty someone else's dishwasher for a change. Though this is the last time with the seating arrangement of both of them on the bench together. Too much leaning and wandering hands. Got home and started to do laundry wrong (apparently cold water doesn't work) so I drowned my sorrows in NyQuil.
But I came home from work today to find everyone in a much better mood, helped by the fact that we had "We Love Daddy" cake. I'd never heard of it, but I sure liked the sound of it. (Turned out to be yummy plain vanilla pound cake. Bland Like Me.) And Erin finally walked for her mother; she (Erin) had always walked around when Ainsley was out of the room or not home or sleeping, so she (Ainsley) didn't believe me (Dan). Entirely. But she walked five steps towards the front door when I got home, and walked a good five yards between the ottoman and the dining room after dinner. So Yay for little Miss E being even More In The Way.
I mean just Yay.
I know! Twice in one month! It's insane (in the mucus membrane, as the song goes by those dudes. Way back when. Had to look it up. Cypress Hill. They spelled Cyprus wrong. Perhaps they're from Turkey. I know the lead singer from System of a Down is. But I believe I am slightly digressing)!
My eyes sting, my nose feels like a cannonball was shoved inside it, and I'm sneezing with the regularity of a Swiss clock. DayQuil, no help. Three cups of tea, a little help. Temporary.
The whole house is miserable; Ainsley was at a friend's yesterday afternoon, and when Erin got up at 3, she cried until 4. Went all over the house, from the basement to our bedroom, looking for Mama with the Mammoes. Finally took everyone's Happy Ass to Grandad's to dirty someone else's dishwasher for a change. Though this is the last time with the seating arrangement of both of them on the bench together. Too much leaning and wandering hands. Got home and started to do laundry wrong (apparently cold water doesn't work) so I drowned my sorrows in NyQuil.
But I came home from work today to find everyone in a much better mood, helped by the fact that we had "We Love Daddy" cake. I'd never heard of it, but I sure liked the sound of it. (Turned out to be yummy plain vanilla pound cake. Bland Like Me.) And Erin finally walked for her mother; she (Erin) had always walked around when Ainsley was out of the room or not home or sleeping, so she (Ainsley) didn't believe me (Dan). Entirely. But she walked five steps towards the front door when I got home, and walked a good five yards between the ottoman and the dining room after dinner. So Yay for little Miss E being even More In The Way.
I mean just Yay.
posted by Dan at 8:49 PM
2 Comments:
You need to come work in a preschool...after 3 or 4 years you have caught every germ known to man and will rarely get sick. However, when you do...watch out...because it will be some kind of superbug!
Preschool...Pentagon....Preschool...Pentagon.... Hmmm....
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