What Happens When I'm Too Sick to Be a Good Mommy

A few minutes ago Louise took off her diaper (cute new trick) and Manny handed it to me.  It was wet so I thought I had a second or two of time before I had to jump up and get her into a new diaper.  And in my weakened state I wasn't going to be doing any jumping anyway.

I am sick.

And its my 44th birthday.

And it's the first time in 7 years that my birthday has not on a workday.  So I had big plans that did not involve diapers or cough medicine.

Did I mention I am sick?  Week 3 of a chest cold.  A headache that feels like my brains are about to be ripped out of my left ear.

So I spent my birthday coughing a lot and hanging out with a bunch of children (and a husband) who were also coughing.  Only 3 of 6 children actually ended up being dressed today.  After the first 3 it just seemed like too much effort.

Can I get you a little more whine with this cheese!?!

In my weakened state I did not jump right up and put a new diaper and Louise. Boy, did she show me.  She climbed her little naked self right up onto the coffee table....and peed on it. 

She has got a real mean streak.

Happy Birthday Mommy.

 

Yes, that is 3 days worth of unfolded laundry on my couch.  I was not going to fold laundry on my birthday.

 

PS--just before I got ready to post this entry Grace, Haven, and Brian brought me a bowl of ice cream with a lit candle in it and sang "Happy Birthday" to me.  I might just be feeling a little better already.