I've decided that we should build on to our house. I think we should turn our bedroom into a family room, and build out to make a larger master bedroom and bedroom for Popcorn. If possible, we can tear down the wall between our existing rooms and make a larger den. If not, then Popcorn's existing room can be an office, and the other a den.
I have not discussed any of this with my husband.
He will argue and list all of the ways this is not possible. Money, easements, money, time, unstable economy, money....I will weep and wail and moan and eventually stick out my chest, all to no avail.
So. I will simply share this little fantasy with you for now.
I am bored.
Yes. I said it. The word that I do not allow my kids to utter. Popcorn was sick last Wednesday through Monday. Bookworm has been sick since Friday. She started vomiting last night, which was something new. She is white as a sheet, and at this point I can't imagine her going to school tomorrow. Yesterday I went between complete exhausted, head congested, eyes aching, unable to breathe, to brief spurts of energy where I would do a load of laundry or empty the dishwasher, then be completely exhausted, and my head would feel as if it was going to topple off of my shoulders. And that was while taking pseudoephedrine and drinking cups of Earl Grey and chamomile tea. The only time my throat wasn't killing me was while drinking a hot beverage, so I alternated the two.
Last night I was tired of the television playing kid shows all day. And I had no desire to look at the computer or a book.
I made Studmuffin play Scrabble with me. Actually, he suggested it, as he figured he could beat me in my weakened state. He started out with a 96 point word. He spelled "soldier," used all of his tiles, got a 50 point bonus, plus a double word score. I never did catch up after that. However, we followed that up with Seinfeld Scene It, and I won at that one. Barely.
I couldn't sleep last night. I was hot, then freezing, then hot...Then Bookworm would start hollering my name, and we'd meet up in the bathroom and she'd puke while I held her hair. I'd give her a cold rag and water to rinse her mouth out, then I'd stomp back in the bedroom and glare at my husband's sleeping form as I crawled back in bed bouncing and yanking the covers as much as possible in an effort to disturb his sleep.
It didn't work. By 5:30, when I'd had maybe 3 hours of sleep. I crawled in bed, and sat up on my elbows and put my face nose to nose to him and stared at him until he woke up.
He nearly fell backwards out of bed, "What the....?"
"How can you sleep through all of that?" I barked. Then I yanked all of the covers off of him, tucked them around me and turned my back to him...
Bookworm yelled "Daddy!!!" maybe 10 minutes later.
HE DID NOT WAKE UP! So, I did what every mother has to do in those situations.
I kicked him.
He actually stirred. I said very LOUDLY, "It's your turn." And I may have kicked him again.
The important thing to note here is he actually got out of bed. And I finally slept. With no more cold/hot flashes.
And I actually ate breakfast this morning and it tasted good.
But my child is still pitiful.
I think maybe I will clean out Popcorn's drawers while they are at church this morning. Then, if I'm lucky, I will be able to convince her to part with some toys today.
But I'm not promising anything on that score. I used to simply suggest that she had to get rid of or figure out how to make her room neater, and she'd willingly part with all sorts of stuff. She has started to dig in her heels, and is now unable to part with much of anything...
What did you get accomplished this weekend? Hanging out with friends? Did you go out and enjoy beautiful weather? Perhaps you cleaned a closet...Do tell!