The last week or so, I’ve been sick. I’m officially 15 and a half weeks…so, I should be getting better soon.
My poor son, who normally watches almost NO television, has watched at least two movies a day since I was about seven weeks pregnant.
Do I feel very guilty about this?
Yes I do, but not guilty enough to not turn them on.
Yesterday he only got one movie, so I’m really making some progress here.
If I turn on two movies a day, that means I have almost three hours of no house trashing while I lay on the couch.
Lately, I’ve been feeling like I live in a Frat house (fraternity for those of you who don’t understand ‘Frat’).
I vacuum daily, sometimes twice a day.
It stays clean for about ten minutes.
Last night, after Danny cleaned up the living room and I had washed some dishes, I sat down to watch Jane Eyre. The baby was snuggling with me for while, and Danny headed out to play some basketball at church.
Wiley got bored and wandered off to find a toy. He came back with a tampon wrapped in plastic.
“hey, have at it kid.”
He tore that thing apart, pieces on the floor, except for the plastic tubing which he was chomping on. That thing is sterile, right?
I looked at him and he looked back at me, we both laughed.
Life is good, even when you don’t feel good.