I've been struck down in the primb of libe......***

These are my random thoughts while feeling ill, yet lacking for entertainment while in bed all day. They may or may not be muddled by sick fogginess.

I've been sick for 2 days with a horrid sinus cold thing I caught from Tyler. Now that I have it, I feel belatedly even sorrier for him for how he must have felt a few days ago.

Whenever I write "sorry" I hear Gilbert Blythe's voice saying "I'm soorry Anne." in my head.




If one's baby has long nails, one should not delay in trimming them or else they will do this to themselves and one will feel like a bad mother. He was playing happily one second and was screaming the next. Poor baby!

My hair is falling out. I know it's a normal post-baby thing, but I still occasionally feel as though I'm just going to soon be forever bald. Tyler says he'll still love me and won't miss how my hair clogs the drain. So I guess that's comforting...?

Today I thought my stomach was growling and was disturbed when it got louder and stranger-sounding. Then I realized the sound was an airplane flying over my house.

I have the sweetest husband ever. He worked from home today to take care of me and Jack. He cleaned and made me food and let me sleep and watched old SNL episodes with me and looked after Jack and refused to hit me in the head with a hammer when i suggested it might immediately relieve the great pressure in my sinuses and bought me the best kind of gingersnaps that they only sell at walmart and I won't go there so I never get them. I like him. I like him a lot. And I love him too.

I wish they made baby nose-suction bulbs for adults.

When stuck a-bed I mentally get lots of things done--thinking of all sorts of cleaning and decorating projects, great exercise plans, outfits I should wear, errands I should run. Funny how I seem to forget them as soon as I'm better...

Being sick with a baby is very different than being sick without one. He's really so good though. When Ty was at church yesterday, Jack just played quietly next to me on the bed the whole time and I dozed in and out. And he makes me smile. All the time.

When I was a kid I always kind of enjoyed when my mom was sick--sorry mom--because we didn't have to do school, we got to watch tv and I was in charge. I loved being in charge. I often let us do things that she wouldn't let us do, like bring the goat in to sit on the couch and watch Little House on the Prairie with us. I've always been full of bright ideas. (I DID put a sheet on the couch before Minnie sat down. But you should have seen her face. My mom's, not Minnie's. Though Minnie did seem rather delighted.)

I'm sure someday Jack will think of something equally wonderful. He is my boy after all.

**for Meg. And anyone else who knows what I mean.
-- Post From My iPhone