There's a little grocery store near where we live and I think I'm in there about 5 days of the week. When we first moved here, I was there every night getting a gallon of milk cause we love milk around here. It was also my "I have to get away from the children for a few minutes" trip. The other night I went up there to pick up some Tylenol and other stuff plus double check a price for my MIL. I got the meds and other things but could not locate the Lit'l Smokies that she purchased. I looked and looked and finally just asked the kids that work there. They said they're in the meat dept. Cue the dumb question of the day. "Where's the meat dept?" I wasn't thinking (that's clearly true) and as I followed the kid to the other side of the store from where I was, I was saying out loud, "Where's the meat dept? How STUPID can I be? Where's the meat dept? Good God. I am so sorry about this. I can't believe I asked where the meat dept was. Jesus." Yes, I was a little upset with myself. This kid was laughing cause I was totally riding my own ass at my own ridiculousness (wow that's a hell of a word there). Lo and behold, they weren't on sale and I left the store with the Tylenol and a very red face.
My poor boy slept for 4 hours last night, the rest of the time he was coughing so bad. He crashed in Gima's chair this morning for a couple hours. Peanut has it too. She has her 1 yr (yipes!) appt tomorrow and they said they'd squeeze Monkey Boy in at the same time. Bless them. So long as the husband doesn't get it, my world will be in tact. I love the man but if he gets sick, I don't know what I'll do. I've talked about The House of Pain that we live in here and here. I joke with my MIL that the house does NOT want us here. Well, further proof became known a couple nights ago. The husband stubbed his toes on the doorway while hiding from Monkey Boy. He fell to the floor and has been stumbling along since then. He's stubbed his toes so many times he should be used to it. I offered him the kids' Tylenol but he threw me a crazy look and wobbled away. Ok Hop Along Cassidy.
And finally, to all the lurkers out there, and I know you're there (I have a handy counter now! woohoo! ok not that exciting) thank you for coming to visit me. Please feel free to leave a message. I don't bite. Really. Well, I've gotten it under control.
My poor boy slept for 4 hours last night, the rest of the time he was coughing so bad. He crashed in Gima's chair this morning for a couple hours. Peanut has it too. She has her 1 yr (yipes!) appt tomorrow and they said they'd squeeze Monkey Boy in at the same time. Bless them. So long as the husband doesn't get it, my world will be in tact. I love the man but if he gets sick, I don't know what I'll do. I've talked about The House of Pain that we live in here and here. I joke with my MIL that the house does NOT want us here. Well, further proof became known a couple nights ago. The husband stubbed his toes on the doorway while hiding from Monkey Boy. He fell to the floor and has been stumbling along since then. He's stubbed his toes so many times he should be used to it. I offered him the kids' Tylenol but he threw me a crazy look and wobbled away. Ok Hop Along Cassidy.And finally, to all the lurkers out there, and I know you're there (I have a handy counter now! woohoo! ok not that exciting) thank you for coming to visit me. Please feel free to leave a message. I don't bite. Really. Well, I've gotten it under control.
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