I was stung by a wasp this afternoon on the side of my head while driving 30 mph. I swear, I honestly thought I had been shot. I seriously slowed the car down and desperatly felt for any sign of blood. Darn that hurt.
I’ve made it to 7:30pm. That means dinner is done (thanks Diane for doing the dishes!), both kids are bathed and off to bed. I’ve put together Lily’s new night light and read a couple of chapters of Stuart Little. Diane has gone upstairs for her share of the routine that is putting Lily to bed. It takes a half hour, but, honestly, it isn’t that bad. I like sitting with her and discussing her day, finding out what her favorite part was and reading to her. It’s easily my favorite part of the day.
If I get downstairs by 7:30, I can flip on Jeopardy. No luck tonight – I guess Alex is still out because of his heart attack. That’s fine – a local channel has Seinfeld.
Leo is still snotty – maybe he’s feeling better. It’s hard when they’re sick. I swear, I’d take that cold twice it’s power and for two weeks longer if I could just take it for him. I hope he sleeps better, but there’s something about going to bed that makes a cold more powerful. He didn’t really care to play outside with me and Lily tonight (we went out to play while Momma did the dishes). And he last all of five minutes in the bath. He’s resting comfortably now – hopefully for several hours.
