I’m done with cleaning out my dressers. Wasn’t much to do. And the boys get weeded out every season change when I realize they have grown yet again. Still working on my closet, putting CDs in there.
I guess I will have to guess and jump ahead to the next task, or walk.
Ryan tells me Andy got sick in bed. Last night? Yep. All over the bed and stuffed animals and books…
I asked Andy. “Did you get sick last night?” “yes” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “where am i today?” “Staying home.” smile “where is ryan today?” “Going to school.” whine “I can’t go to school without Andy!”
Oh joy. Glad I got some of my errands done yesterday but I always have more. Guess I will be staying home and catching up on laundry and orders.
blech.
If I acted like this after puking in the night, playing with no fever, I would be sent to school. Hate that 24 hour rule.