Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I have a cold. It really sucks. Yesterday, I couldn't talk. Zach was running around playing in the street, and I couldn't scream at him to get out of the road. Seriously. What eight and a half year-old doesn't know you don't play in the street? I had to have Riley do it. He's seven. I feel like the best mom ever. Today, my voice is back, it's just really, really awful sounding. My friend came over to give Kaleb a birthday party invitation for her son, and she noticed. My ears are all plugged up and I can't hear as well. My children know this and seem to find ways to take advantage of it. I am on the mend. Saturday, I felt it coming on. By bedtime, I knew I wasn't well, but coulldn't sleep. Sunday, I stayed home from church and tried to sleep, but Kaleb stayed home with me so that didn't really happen. I was weak and tired and coughing and my throat hurt. Yesterday, I was fine for most of the day until after Kate left. Then my voice just died. It said, "You have to shut up!" It's not like I really talk all that much during the day. I mean, the only person I have to talk to is a five-year-old, and all he wants to do is play video games. Which because I was sick, I did let him do. Usually, it's a half hour limit. My kids are addicted. They need to figure out how to use their imaginations. So today, I can talk, I just sound like an old man who smoked for 50 years. Which is good that I can talk because my mom came by today and gave us some old walkie talkies, and I just found Zach up in the tree in our front yard instead of doing his homework. I should have taken a picture. It would have been awsome with this post, but I was too mad. They were breaking the rules, again.