Bullets for the general record

• My mother is supposed to watch the baby today, but she’s had the barfing flu. Although it was mostly out of her system, she asked me to keep Liv home today so she could sufficiently Lysol the place. I wouldn’t have sent her anyway. I can’t deal with any barfing right now-or preferably, ever. And the way Liv picks things up….no. We were staying home regardless. I’m almost considering not going there for my Dad’s birthday on Saturday, but hopefully the pestilence will be gone by then.
• This of course means that I am working upstairs on my laptop today—not unlike working on my laptop in the real office on Thursdays, so I’m not getting much done. We’re watching Olivia.
• Last Thursday, I felt like a cold was coming on and as the day went on, I was achy and feeing feverish, until it went full blown 101 fever and chills and aches in the middle of the night. I felt lame calling in on Friday, since I work at home, but it was necessary. I got the kids on the bus, Hub took Liv to school, and then I slept until 2:30 in the afternoon. I felt a bit better on Saturday but asked Hub to take the girls to gymnastics—there was no way I could handle Mommy and Me. I’m mostly better now, except for an annoying stuffy nose that will not unstuff.
• Yesterday was a Very Bad Day with FIL. I can’t say more. Today is better. My husband deserves an award. I love him.
• I bought an adhesive gun from Amazon last week so that I can make more cards at home. It feels good to be excited about a hobby. And to be friendly with people. And to have plans.
• Lucy and I have been arguing about EVERYTHING lately, which leads me to wonder if it is this hard at 5, what will it be like at, say, 15? Latest ongoing argument? She’d like to dye her hair pink over the summer. And maybe, if I won’t let her do her whole head, could we just do the ends? Then she can have it cut out before school starts again? You guys! She is 5!!! I don’t know where she comes up with these things.
• Last week we got a reminder that we need to secure Liv’s place in the preschool program for next year. Say what now? My baby is not going to preschool already. No. She is not.
• The big kids are off of school tomorrow and I’ve secured a play date for Bud. His friend called and invited himself over last night (which I had to kibosh based on bullet 4 above) so I asked Bud to have the boy put his mother on the phone. That was the point that I somehow invited Bud to their house on Friday. Ugh. I don’t know how to deal with this play date stuff. Shouldn’t the parents call for play dates? I mean really, a couple of 7-year-olds on the phone? Why can’t my kids just be friends with each other. Heh.