Well, maybe if we were dead. See how bored I am, I have added a picture of me to the blog. At least one of us has been sick over the past two weeks. Danny is the latest to fall. Of course, Dan has plans and is pretending he’s NOT sick. Oh yea. That’s working out. Sure, I can ignore the glassy eyes and the constant sleep thing. Just like his dad, I’m fine. No problem. Zzzzzzzz… Boys/Men are bizarre creatures. At least here they are bizarre.
When I have a huge headache I take something. When Mike or one of the boys has a headached, they suffer for three hours and then ask me if they should take something. Doh! I’m not a huge fan of over-medicating, but basic steps seem to me to be, you know, basic. By 15 you know how much your head hurts and you can take mom’s advice or even read the freaking label. But to just lay there like a lump?????? Is this a guy thing?
While Dan is suffering, I’ve been feeling better. I finally gave our coffee and end table a white wash that makes them fit in with the rest of the room. I’ve scrubbed the house from top to bottom. AND, Mike, my hero, found a great table to replace the stupid computer desk I’ve been using. The house feels right and light and I’m happy.
I painted some extra banker’s boxes to contain what was in the computer dssk. Here are some pictures. I think they’re kind of fun and they fit on the shelves where we have the TV.
Finally, NINTH BIRTHDAY! Andy turns 9 next week. The party is going to be small. He’s not too interested in the trampoline place. We’re looking at putt-putt golfing, and, ummmm . . . what else? I don’t mind doing something here at home, but I cannot figure out a fun thing to do. That’s what sucks about having three older brothers. I want him to have something all his own, but …
Best ideas will get soap. HELP!