Stewart woke up with a terrible sore throat so we skipped the beach and he stayed home from work. It was kind of a waste of my time because I didn’t have any plans or errands to run. Why did he have to pick today to get sick? I totally could have done the grocery shopping/post office run/spa pedicure at Burke Williams if he had kindly let me know at least a few days in advance that he would be calling in sick. How inconsiderate.
Just for that, Stewart got a whole day of me saying “See? See what I do all day? I don’t sit on my butt watching Oprah. I fold clothes while watching Oprah.”
Today was one of those rare days on which I had no plans to hang with my posse and I didn’t have tons of running around with Kyle to do. I had planned to get some bills paid and phone calls made, but I could do those during Kyle’s naps. But I also had to clear off the guest bed and hook up the DVD player in the guest room so Sick Daddy could snuggle up and watch DVD’s in here and Kyle could have a germ-free baby mosh pit in the living room. And I had to make tea for Sick Daddy. And I had to monitor when Sick Daddy took his cold medicine or he would have OD’d by 10AM.
The rest of my time was spent chasing Kyle around the house, putting away clothes, picking up used glasses and dishes, and occasionally sitting at the computer to pay a bill or something. I was on my feet, mostly, and by 3pm (Oprah Standard Time) I was ready to drop.
Meanwhile, Kyle decided that I am, in fact, hilarious. Hysterically, side-splittingly funny. To distract him from trying to roll off the changing table while I wiped his poopy butt, I recited “Goodnight Moon” with sound effects. When I got to the cow jumping over the moon, I said “MOOO!” And he laughed so hard that he went silent for a second. Then the three little bears sat on their chairs, and I roared. Oh, he was ROFL! I thought he was going to choke he was laughing so hard. And later, as we crawled around in the kitchen, he just busted out guffawing when I peeked my head around the corner.
And so on and so on until he literally fell asleep in my lap with a smile on his face. He thought my searing roast of Bo Bice on American Idol was The Funniest Thing Ever.
I can’t think of a better way you could have spent the day (ya know other then tending to the sick part)
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And um, yeah, who knew about Mocha?! I feel sheepish…
Love that you made Kyle laugh so much. It sounds like he’s at such a cute age where any little sound can make him bust a gut.
Aren’t little kids just the greatest audience for our comedy routines? Even when we don’t mean to be doing a comedy routine?
Thanks for posting daily! I really like reading everyday!
Why are Sick Daddies SOOOOOO much more helpless than Sick Mommies??? (Oh, right, because Sick Mommies have no one to take care of them and they still must care for the laundry/house/children even from their death bed!)