Today I took a sick day.
So what does that mean?
It means I woke up at 7:50am.
I fed Hayden and Corbin breakfast.
I tried to teach Hayden to recognized the numbers 1, 2, and 3. (Unsuccessfully - every number is FIVE!)
I changed diapers and clothes.
I did not get dressed...yet.
I made homemade chicken nuggets which were not eaten.
I wiped snotty noses and suctioned out mucous.
I cleaned up toys in the living room.
I kissed boo boos and played peek-a-boo.
I pulled out old clothes to be donated and picked up tomorrow.
I put the pillows back on the couch for the one millionth time.
I stopped the baby from eating my phone.
I attempted to put Hayden down for a nap - unsuccessfully.
I took out the trash.
I checked the mail.
I wrote a thank you note.
I read some blogs.
I restarted the dryer a few times - maybe this time I'll fold the clothes before they wrinkle again.
I checked email.
I kissed more boo boos.
I carried kids out of my room for the 5th time.
I rescheduled appointments.
I started a grocery list.
I rotated out toys and books from the kid corner.
I thought about doing the dishes.
I started the dishwasher (that was already full of dirty dishes).
I organized the dish towel drawer.
I picked up puffs, and I picked up puffs, and I picked up more puffs.
I told Hayden to get down from the couch, and the fireplace, and the couch, and the fireplace, and the...
I made trees and stars out of play-doh.
I had a good laugh when Hayden came out of the closet in daddy's boots.
I sat with Hayden while he "pretended" to go potty.
I blew my nose...a hundred times.
I washed my hands...a hundred times.
I made ginger tea.
I drank ginger tea.
I gave hugs.
I gave kisses.
I deleted old/bad pics off our hard drive to make room for more.
I folded/hung/put away 10 items of clothing out of the dryer...then I restarted it...
I listened to whining...and more whining...and crying...and I 2 year olds pulling on my pantleg...
I uninstalled software to make more room on our laptop.
I stepped on spoons, toy cars, and broken crackers.
Okay, you get the idea. So what's so different about a sick day than a regular day? Eh, I get a good excuse to whine more.