Thursday, September 17, 2009

Day Three of the Plague

This sucks. The flu persists, and the worst part is I still have to get up in the morning to help get the kids off to school. And by the time I caffeinate myself to the point where it is safe to drive Sheridan to his school, I'm too awake to go back to bed when I get home.

I barely have the energy to move, and the house of course is sliding into shambles. Ugh.

So here I sit, doing my first edit and feeling like an extra from Return of the Living Dead. Only instead of brains, I want to eat something involving an immune system or two.

"Annntttiiiibodiessssss! Giveee mmmeeee aaannntttiiibodieeessss!"

Nom! Nom! Nom!

You get the picture.

UPDATE: The four year old is now home and cheerfully charging around the house and running amok. I can just sort of wave feebly in her direction and say "no no, honey. Mommy won't like it if you destroy that."

Oh well, maybe Karla can find me under the rubble when she gets home.


  1. So what is the six year old up to?

  2. I had him do some more spelling practice of his months, and now he is playing Ratatoille.

  3. Wow, that sounds exactly like my house a couple of weeks ago. The "waving feebly" part is especially accurate. Chin up! As with all things not taxes, it too shall pass.

  4. Since you lived, I'll take that as a good sign.