Because I’m doing an event for a client tonight, I have OF COURSE come down with a case of the creeping crud. Naturally. Because I am me. And I can’t even blame it on the kids, because neither of them are sick. Although they’re very sympathetic, each in their own way.
Monkey: Oh, Mama, are you not feeling well? Here, I’ll hug you and make you ALL BETTER!
Chickadee: Um, Mom? Gross, I think your nose just dripped on your shirt.
Feel the love, people. But then please, for your own safety, use some disinfectant afterward.
Anyway, I am dragging myself around the house this morning, aided by the miracle of Sudafed, which has stopped my nose from dripping on my shirt, at least, but has turned my brain to squishy goo. I am just thinking verrrrrry sloooooowwwwwwwly.
Nonetheless, I bravely had to get up early this morning because a TEAM OF MAIDS came to my house to clean it. This was, of course, courtesy of the client hosting tonight’s event, but I did enjoy feeling rich and spoiled for a couple of hours. Except for the part where none of them had any sense of humor whatsoever.
Like, I walked into the kitchen to get some tea and one of the ladies was wiping down my kitchen cabinets. And I said, “Wow, you’re supposed to clean those? I had no idea!” And she just… looked at me. So I took my tea and went back to my office.
[Slight digression, but not really: The other day I made a comment to a friend about how I am “socially awkward” and she thought I was making a joke. And I said, “No, really, how have you not noticed this??” and realized that this is pretty much how I make friends—the ones who don’t notice what a colossal dork I am stick around. It’s a beautiful thing. Until some woman who’s wiping down my cabinets thinks I’m retarded.]
Anyway, I need to stop talking, so I’m going to send you elsewhere, today.
In case you haven’t noticed that I’m now writing the Daily Deal feature over at Work It, Mom!, now would be a great time to bookmark it. Because we’re giving away a $25 Amazon gift certificate every day this week! Today you can go enter right here.
I’m also giving away diapers over on Want Not. Because I’m a giver. Of diapers. Apparently.
This is related to nothing at all, but I keep meaning to mention it. While we were running errands this weekend, I came across a 2-pack of pajamas in Monkey’s size on clearance. And jammies are one of those things that it seems like my kids always need, because they’re difficult to find second-hand and I am reluctant to spend real money on them. As a result, I buy sparingly, and they’re often in need. So here was this deal, and the pajamas themselves made me smile, as here in a big-boy size we had one spiffy set of Superman disguise and one dashing set of Batman disguise. Sure, Monkey had pajamas like these when he was a toddler—complete with CAPES!—but to find them in his size now? I brought them home, not knowing if he would love them or hate them. And all I have to say is that there is no better treatment for the common cold than having your wiry, algebra-spouting, long-wavy-surfer-haired son run into the room in his Superman pajamas and flex his biceps while proclaiming, “I am feeling quite SUPER!”