I try to be good mother, a loving mother, a considerate mother, who wants to see her children happy. That’s too bad. Shallow and unfeeling is a lot cheaper. --Erma Bombeck
And easier, I would add.
#3 woke up with a fever last night; the throwing up commenced this morning. #4 was sick the last few days; luckily, no puke. So far, the girls are unscathed. But I'm not holding my breath.
Positive news? Your comments on my post from yesterday. Made my week, people! And I followed all of the advice: I cleaned like a madwoman yesterday. The house is sparkling, the laundry is finished, and when it was done, we took a trip to the library and visited Brandon at his office. I spent the evening reading books, watching BYU lose (man, that sucked), and enjoying The Office. And although I find myself wanting to wallow, wallow, wallow, I refuse to: I'm already two hours into action and the office is getting unpacked, people! I did it! I started! And now I'm in for the long haul. Who knew one could fit so much junk into one room?
So, you see? Action helps ward of self-pity. And it's good because although I still feel all depressed (I'm kind of quoting Alison Wonderland from her comment yesterday), lots of stuff got done. This is a good thing! Good, good thing.
Well, dear reader, now I'm off to check on the puke boy and make sure the kids are staying out of the office supplies that are now spilling into the family room. Oh, the joy.
Have a great weekend!