Oh, so smooth

The upside to having a sick baby who sits in your bed? Clean sheets on a Monday was an exciting way to start the week.

Don't be jealous of my fabulous life.

"Cootied" is too a word.

It's a good thing my daughter is cute and getting over an illness. Otherwise I'd be really irritated that she was up for two hours in the middle of the night and now she gets to take a long nap while I wash the sheets that cootied up with her sickness.

Don't be jealous of my fabulous life.

Tastes like chicken

I was busy in the kitchen and my daughter decided it was time to finally taste it. She looked like some sort of deranged, pre-school vampire when she was done - replete with dripping teeth and dirty fingernails - and we had had to throw away all the pink. Play-doh was deemed yucky. Very, very yucky.

Don't be jealous of my fabulous life.

The pain and the agony

My oldest had a fever and is now on meds to get better. My day is going to be filled with video games and animated television of his choosing. The variety of inane theme songs stuck in my head today is staggering.

Don't be jealous of my fabulous life.