And that was for probably 3 minutes just after midnight yesterday. Its so cold my spaz of a dog doesn't even want to go outside to pee. (Can't say I blame her. I'd be afraid my little cootchie coo would freeze off.)
My hubby's come down with a stomach bug.
I feel for him...I really do. But I didn't exactly sleep the best last night with him getting up eleventy-two thousand times the way he did. (Though I'm thankful he got up to do what he had to do. I'd be mighty pissed if he'd have stayed in bed to do that.)
I tried to work from home this morning. No dice.
Around 10 am, hubs finally admitted he was really sick. This was after I juggled my laptop for three hours, dressed the boys, cleaned up breakfast and generally tried to keep them entertained.
I kept hearing Adam Sandler in my head yelling, "That would have been useful to me YESTERDAY!!!"
My children don't seem to know how to occupy themselves.
I mean, GOSH, Will's like almost TWO and Nick is FOUR. You'd think between the two of them they'd freakin' figure it out already. I mean, GEEZ, how hard is it to pull that box of puzzles from underneath the bed, dump all the pieces on the floor and put the puzzle back together?!? FREAKING IMPOSSIBLE, aparently, because I did nothing but drag out one toy after the other, only to stop them from fighting over it, then pick up all the pieces and put them away 20 minutes later.
My brain is fried. Or mush. I can no longer decide which.
I do know that we watched Wall-E and three hours of PBS television. We played with Matchbox cars, the Aquadoodle, puzzles, blocks, legos and Clip-O (cuz you know, they're all COMPLETELY differen things). We played Candyland, Memory and Wii. They took naps - I did laundry and ran to the grocery store to get hubby Pepto, Sprite and saltines. We read books, then some more books, and then there were tears when I suggested they put the books away. ("But we're READING these, Mommy!") We played with different cars, the Playskool ball popper thing and Colorforms.
There was more, I'm sure of it, but I think my brain has turned to cheez whiz.
And the real kicker?
It'll hit a high of SIX DEGREES TOMORROW.
Be nice to me when we meet in the loonie bin, 'kay?
