All day my bed has been calling, but I could not answer that call due to the massive piles of laundry that I felt too weak to put away. I instead spent an hour sitting on the floor next to my bed, hugging my knees and distracting myself with the movie It's Complicated.
We are down to the bare minimum of food in our house. You know when you get to the point when grocery shopping moves past the must-do point, and you are searching through your cabinets wondering why you have three bags of Trader Joes 17 Bean and Barley mix?
I mean why I thought one bag, never mind three was necessary is beyond me. I must have convinced myself I would have made that instead of eating the box of cheez-its.
pfff, like that would happen.
Or have you ever been so reluctant to go shopping that you think,
"you know I can make something out of a box of stuffing mix, weird holiday shaped pasta, canned asparagus and evaporated milk!"
And by you, I mean me, because I am now wholly convinced that overcoming procrastination is my life lesson.
Okay, so I am admittedly being a baby about feeling so sick right now. It's just I can't swallow without feeling like their are a thousand samurai warriors waging war against my esophagus, and I feel like my body is demanding more than the three interrupted hours of sleep I get each night.
How dare you require sleep body of mine!
When Nathan came home from work, I decided that attempting sleep was a must, and rallied to put away the current piles of clothes, and told Nathan Keira and I would be retiring to the bedroom, and all XY chromosome beings were banned for an hour.
Sadly Keira did not immediately jump on the sleep train, so I put on Franklin, which I found out bores her as much as me. (I will keep that in my memory bank for future use.)
I woke up to Tyler (who I allowed to be my alarm clock) jumping on my bed to wake me up. He was over excited to be heading to his friend's house for pizza and then going with a group of friends to see The Nutcracker.
I think the jumping on the bed excitement was brought on by the fact that his friend's parents would never buy three bags of 17 Beans and Barley mix.
In other news, I have become deeply disturbed today by the resemblance Keira's hair is taking to Nick Nolte's in his famous mugshot.
I'll blame it on my fever.
I will also blame my fever for wanting to share this totally awesome photo with you. I am wearing my great grandmother's wig. What is not to love?
And with that, I will sing to you
There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
Cuckoo, cuckoo
Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye . . .
Cuckoo!
. . . to you
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
The sun has gone to bed and so must I
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye!
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