Ours is the house with the huge white flag waving above it
The score for this weekend: Kids 1, Parents 0.
Son woke up from his nap yesterday with this:
Not the thermometer. The fever. He kept the fever through the night, and invited us out of bed to visit with him at 4:00 this morning. When Wife got back in bed at 5:00, I couldn't sleep, so I got up.
Son's fever persisted all day, even pushing up into the 104s. As a result, we've run through a fair amount of this:
He's been alternating between feeling hot and cold all day. One moment he wanted to be wrapped in a blanket. The next moment he wanted to be stripped bare.
For much of the day, he walked around in just a diaper and his new fleece hoodie vest:
Watch your next Crewcuts catalog for the Nothing But A Vest look.
The little bugger also alternated moods all day. One moment he was sick and pitiful. The next moment he was sick and angry. And loud. So loud.
All the sickness and loudness can be draining on the parents, so when dinner time rolled around, all we could muster was this:
No, we didn't eat trash. I'm trying to show you the Chinese food containers.
After dinner, Wife hopped in the car and headed to church for her Pastor Nominating Committee meeting.
I took the kids upstairs to get ready for bed. I left Daughter in her room to start changing into her pajamas while I got Son situated.
When I got back to Daughter's room, I found that when I told her to change into pajamas, she somehow heard, "Why not put on a dress-up dress and dress-up shoes?" Which explains this:
Once Daughter was in her actual pajamas and in bed, I came back downstairs to our sunroom to nurse a headache and enjoy the peace and quiet.
I still can't figure out where I got the headache.
To give you an idea how crazy the day was, when I got back downstairs, our sunroom looked like this:
So before I sat down to relax, I straightened the room up a little bit. Now our family sanctuary looks like this:
Since school starts back this week, right now I'm supposed to have my face in a book called Strategic Management: Cases and Texts. But I just didn't see that happening tonight. Instead, I am resting peacefully in the chair on the right, watching a True Hollywood Story that aired the other night spotlighting lottery winners who are now broke.
The kids got us today, but tomorrow's a new day. Wife and I are bigger, faster and control the Tivo remote and snacks. That's a lot of leverage.
Tomorrow will be different.
Son woke up from his nap yesterday with this:
Not the thermometer. The fever. He kept the fever through the night, and invited us out of bed to visit with him at 4:00 this morning. When Wife got back in bed at 5:00, I couldn't sleep, so I got up.
Son's fever persisted all day, even pushing up into the 104s. As a result, we've run through a fair amount of this:
He's been alternating between feeling hot and cold all day. One moment he wanted to be wrapped in a blanket. The next moment he wanted to be stripped bare.
For much of the day, he walked around in just a diaper and his new fleece hoodie vest:
Watch your next Crewcuts catalog for the Nothing But A Vest look.
The little bugger also alternated moods all day. One moment he was sick and pitiful. The next moment he was sick and angry. And loud. So loud.
All the sickness and loudness can be draining on the parents, so when dinner time rolled around, all we could muster was this:
No, we didn't eat trash. I'm trying to show you the Chinese food containers.
After dinner, Wife hopped in the car and headed to church for her Pastor Nominating Committee meeting.
I took the kids upstairs to get ready for bed. I left Daughter in her room to start changing into her pajamas while I got Son situated.
When I got back to Daughter's room, I found that when I told her to change into pajamas, she somehow heard, "Why not put on a dress-up dress and dress-up shoes?" Which explains this:
Once Daughter was in her actual pajamas and in bed, I came back downstairs to our sunroom to nurse a headache and enjoy the peace and quiet.
I still can't figure out where I got the headache.
To give you an idea how crazy the day was, when I got back downstairs, our sunroom looked like this:
So before I sat down to relax, I straightened the room up a little bit. Now our family sanctuary looks like this:
Since school starts back this week, right now I'm supposed to have my face in a book called Strategic Management: Cases and Texts. But I just didn't see that happening tonight. Instead, I am resting peacefully in the chair on the right, watching a True Hollywood Story that aired the other night spotlighting lottery winners who are now broke.
The kids got us today, but tomorrow's a new day. Wife and I are bigger, faster and control the Tivo remote and snacks. That's a lot of leverage.
Tomorrow will be different.
posted by Leighton @ My Best Investments at
6:11 PM
7 Comments:
You have a lovely home and I have to tell you, that "messy" sun room of yours is NOTHING. My three sons could toss a room twice that size in under four minutes. Ask me how I know...
Hope you and wife avoid the plague and that everyone feels better soon.
I don't know what's worse..a child with a high fever or a pastor nominating committee meeting. Both will wear you out. You get a merit badge for cleaning up the sun room. Speaking for my gender, we love it when that happens.
I was just thinking the same thing, Hula!! You got off easy with the sick kids and messy house!! Pastor nomination sounds quite brutal.
Best wishes for a nice calm evening!!
My favorite lottery winner was the guy with the mullet. Wait, that doesn't narrow it down at all. His name was "Bud" - still there were two - ok, he was the Bud from PA - the guy who's brother hired a hit man. Sadly, I watched the whole thing as well. E! THS can really suck you into an episode... If you'd care to discuss Britney, I watched that one on Sunday.
I like seeing the kitty sitting in the middle of the chaos. But curiously missing from the straightened room...
Love True Hollywood Story - it's always good and trashy - must see TV at its finest.
I'm watching the BCS Championship Game (Go Tigers!) and was reminded of your blog when I saw a commercial for Ohio State. Why? Two words: Gordon Gee (former chancellor of Vanderbilt and current President of Ohio State).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Gee
If Crewcuts sold that look it would be $170. And the diaper would have embroidered lobsters on it.
My daughter mishears (is that a word?) things like that too. "Get ready for bed" sometimes means "go to your room and take everything out of every drawer."
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