Sick Day

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 chatted.

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.