(You have no idea how tickled I was to discover that there’s actually a Wikipedia entry on this.)
So I had this little cold, and I thought it went away. But apparently it was just resting and rebuilding and luring my asthma over to the dark side with promises of dry clothes and twinkies, or something. As of this morning I’m experiencing the delightful malaise that accompanies the sensation of one’s lungs being delicately swaddled in saran. I’m not dying (I hope), it’s only a cold, but it is unbelievably exhausting to spend an entire day feeling like you can’t get enough air.
I’m cranky. And oxygen-deprived. But I just had some Nyquil, so here’s hoping I’m asleep in about twenty minutes.
How sick are you, Mir?
Well, thank you for asking. Take this handy quiz to find out!
I am SO SICK, the UPS guy brought my new computer and I:
A) Didn’t even kiss him.
B) Left the boxes right by the door and haven’t touched them since.
C) Cried a little because I was too tired to even fondle the monitor.
D) Took a nap.
E) All of the above. Pity me.
The correct answer is, “Mir, how’s about I bring you over some homemade chicken soup and hook up your computer for you?” (It was sort of a trick quiz.)
Anyway, here’s some quick bits about the kids to distract us all from the fact that I am a big whineypants; or would be, if I could take a deep enough breath to produce a good whine.
Chickadee is about to embark upon the SECOND GRADE BIRD PROJECT. This is sort of a legend in our district; all the classes do it, and it’s the first presentation-type thing the kids do in elementary school. I have seen duck dioramas. I have seen bald eagle posters. I have seen an awful lot of projects done by the parent instead of the child, and I happen to be a firm believer in the, “Sorry, I already went to school, you’re on your own,” school of parenting. Naturally, I was curious to hear what Chickadee had in mind; mostly because I wanted to ensure that she didn’t have plans to force me into avian arts and crafts.
Me: So, what kind of project do you think you’d like to do?
Chickadee: I want to make a poster. I’ll draw stuff.
Me: That sounds great! Have you thought about what sort of bird you want to do it on?
Chickadee: I’m gonna do it on CHICKADEES!
Me: Oh! Heh!
On the other end of the spectrum, tonight at bedtime I picked up Monkey’s “teetee” (blanket) and noticed it was wet on the corner. He sometimes chews on it. And, um, EW. I’ve been trying to get him to stop. So I asked him if he’d been chewing on it (even though I knew perfectly well he had), and he launched into a long elaborate story about how sometimes when he’s sleeping he DROOLS and then teetee gets kinda WET from all the DROOL but it’s really not his fault. On account of he can’t helping DROOLING when he’s ASLEEP. He concluded with a triumphant, “I just wish I didn’t DROOL so much.”
“Me too,” I agreed–pleased he’d reached a point where I could wholeheartedly concur.
“It’s okay, Mama,” he consoled me while patting my arm, “It just makes your pillow a little wet, and you can wipe your mouth when you wake up.”
I’m sure that will be a great comfort when I wake up in the morning.