There are worse ways to do it than with lavender scented sheets, an endless supply of hot chocolate, snow on the ground outside and a big stack of brilliant books. Being sick gives you time to slow down and listen to your own thoughts. If you can hear them over the hacking, but why ruin a lovely visual?
Currently I’m thinking how much fun it is to have a toddler who wears mittens with dummy strings. I couldn’t help myself while getting him dressed for “school” this morning. Had to reach in behind his neck and give a little yank on the string. Pretty soon he’ll be too big, and I won’t be able to make him punch himself in the head with just a little tug on a string. These fleeting moments of parenthood, once missed, are lost to us forever. I’m working on socks with dummy strings for Sweet Hubby. I could give his string a little pull and he’d kick himself in the pills….
My sister suggested combining the two, and having him do jumping jacks every time he scratched his nose.
Too bad I like him, because it would have been funny.
This is why you shouldn’t blog on codeine.
This is your blog.
This is your blog on codeine.