It's just a cold, I tell myself.
But, it's MY cold, I am sure given to me to remind me that I should treat those with colds around me in a much kinder manner.
Those darling children that I had the pleasure of playing with today could not have been sweeter.
Right up until the clock read 4:00.
What is it with children and that time of day?
Famke spit up, so I removed her from her happy time of swinging.
Jonge pushed the empty swing too hard and it hit him in the forehead.
While I cleaned up Famke, Jonge at dog food.
Jonge insists that Charley's food is bucky, but he eats it every chance he gets.
Thankfully, I did not have to cook when I got home. I had put two roasts in the crock pot yesterday.
Why?
Oldest Son had helped his father move a lot of heavy furniture over the weekend. So, I made a lovely dinner of roast, potatoes, carrots, etc. as a sort of thank-you dinner.
I asked THGGM to tell him about it.
He forgot.
So, THGGM, Youngest Son, Daughter, Son-in-law, Jonge and I feasted on the roast yesterday.
There was still quite a bit left, and Oldest Son just began working second shift tonight. It was nice only having to reheat it.
Oh, well.
I spent a major portion of Friday and Saturday unloading ALL of my books onto the shelves in the basement. This bending and lifting of books has worn me out. I cannot complain about it to THGGM because he would be fine having just one book. He likes to remind me that there are these funny buildings all over town called libraries, and that I could rather simply frequent those.
Subsequently, I find myself reminding him that if I read a book and I like it, I want to own it so I can refer back to it at my leisure. That would be if I ever had any leisure.
That reminds me, THGGM had a leisure suit once. It was yellow.
Only a tiny bit of my weekend did I use to thrift shop. I spent about 10 minutes in the unfriendly one. I found a cute little Oshgosh outfit for Famke for $1.49, two books for Jonge, and two books for me. Oh, and a 49 cent deck of phonics cards.
Tonight I collapsed in front of the TV and watched Antiques Roadshow.
My throat is still sore, my nose is stuffy and I am in a whiny mood.
(My eyelids itch.)
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Get well soon, dear Judy...colds are awful, aren't they? I dunno which I'd rather suffer thru, one of them or the flu. UGH! You mentioned "when you got home"...are you taking care of the kids at Daughter's house now? I'll still be taking care of Dylan and Little One here at our house...they live about 25 miles from us and we're directly on the way to d-i-l's work so it'll still be more 'convenient' for them to come here. Plus I don't think I'd be up to a morning commute where I'd have to be at their house by 5:15 every morning. I'm an early riser, but even THAT's a little too early for me...I'd be getting up around 2:30!!!
Hope you feel better soon. Here's my prescription:
chicken soup
favorite book/old movie
house to yourself (ha!)
rest (again, ha!)
Praying for you!
Tell you what I will throw my whines in with yours. I am depressed I am fat I am depressed I can't write I am depressed I am fat I am depressed No one understands me.
Thank God my husband doesn't mind me being depressed occasionally. :)
"but its my cold"
EGG-Zackly!
could you find that leisure suit, please?
and, why spend time cooking? you're not feeling well, and there's that perfectly good dog food just sitting there.
Hi, I just saw your question over in a comment in 'Those Northern Skies.' You asked; "How does the unbeliever cope?"
-chuckle- Just fine. Just fine. In fact, we think it's so much easier to cope, our way. :-)
Of course there's more, to what this means to me, but I won't bore you. But I did want to reply to your question. 'Cause not that many women in "Pretty Blog Land," would own-up to having such a view. :-)
Mari-Nanci
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