I actually used to think Black Friday was a bad thing. I mean, the color black implies evil and sinister, doesn’t it? Apparently not. If you’re “in the black,” you’re making money. If you’re “in the red,” you ain’t doing so good. But Red Friday probably would have made much sense to you.
So let’s just pretend black is really not the best color and we’ll let that set the stage for how my day went.
Friday is my day to do nothing. Not that I like to do nothing. I actually hate to do nothing. It’s just that there’s nothing that I have to do. With my husband being out of town, I like to sleep in a little and Evan and I lounge in bed watching Mickey Mouse.
Well, we both woke up early and his first words were “my throat hurts.” Hoping it was nothing, we laid down for a while more. No sleep but just resting. He then asked if we could go downstairs because his head was hurting so bad. Evan doesn’t get sick easily so I was hoping this was something minor he would snap out of.
We headed downstairs and I let him lay on the couch and watch a little more TV while I was hoping his children’s ibuprofen would take effect. I started my morning routine of feeding the pets. Oh yes, Josie never lets me forget it’s breakfast time. Or dinner time. She’s a talker.
I fixed Evan his breakfast too. His request was for soup and crackers. Hmmm. This wasn’t sounding good so I let him rest and watch a little more TV.
While I was thinking about what I wanted fro breakfast, I heard a crazy knocking sound in the sunroom right off of the kitchen. I walk over to the windows and hear it again. Knock, knock, knock. I don’t see anything in the sunroom and suspect it’s right outside the window. I see nothing but our trashcans and then this feeling of dread comes over me.
Our trashcan has a huge crack in the back. Here’s what I imagined had happened. A squirrel crawled in through the crack to help himself to a tasty meal of garbage and got stuck inside. So I put on some shoes and went out in my pajamas to do what I had to do.
I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I slowly opened the garbage can lid as my heart was pounding. What I anticipated next was a semi-rabid squirrel leaping out of the trashcan and digging his claws into me as he desperately runs away in his twitching manner. Instead, I found one empty trashcan and one can full of yard waste. So much for my morning excitement.
While I was chasing imaginary squirrels, I missed a call from Melissa. Yes, that Melissa (@adventuroo). And yes, I’m totally namedropping. We were hoping to meet up at the fair tomorrow and were trying to coordinate some timing.
Back to breakfast. After seeing my doughy body ready for a massage, I’ve been thinking I really need to get in shape. I’ll start with some oatmeal. This oatmeal is actually the BEST oatmeal I’ve ever tried. It’s like quick-cooking steel cut oats. And I can actually microwave them without creating a disaster of epic proportions. And yes, I put butter and salt on them. Always have. Always will.
Here’s where it gets really exciting. I sit in front of the big computer with my oatmeal and actually read a bunch of the Week in My Life posts. This is really a great way to get some insight into some other bloggers. I love it.
Evan is still mopey and on the couch watching TV. Here I had all these plans to get up and out and head to the science museum. He did seem to be feeling better so I had hopes that maybe in the afternoon we’d get out of the house. So I killed time the way most people do. I reorganized the pantry. A couple of things to note:
1. I have an unhealthy love of Tupperware. I know this.
2. My house is going back up for sale and we were told to clean out some of our pantry.
3. I cleaned out A LOT of our pantry because my husband was out of town and wasn’t there to stop me.
4. This will probably last for 2 days, tops.
The downstairs is a little messier but I decide to leave it and get dressed for the day. Evan seems to be feeling better and he comes upstairs with me but not before he has this whole ordeal of picking exactly the right guys to bring up to my room. Along with the entire Batcave. He melts down about halfway up the stairs. I help him but clearly he’s not feeling well. Super whiny. My least favorite Evan.
While he’s quietly playing and seems to be having a good time, I sneak into the bathroom for a hot bath. I need to feel clean. I actually take baths instead of showers most days. I will admit, though, that I routinely stay in the bath too long.
Here’s why:
I’m semi-obsessed with the game Scramble. I play online against random opponents. I play to win. Once I place in first, second, or third, I can stop. Today, I didn’t place but Evan was asking me to get out of the tub. I still feel slightly unfulfilled.
Turns out it’s worth cutting my bath short. He has his Batcave set up and is proudly showing me the characters he now calls Ninjurai (ninja + samurai). So glad he’s feeling better. He asks me to play with him and I tell him I need to get dressed. The whining commences again.
After I get dressed, I decide to paint my toenails. I thought sandal season was over but apparently it’s not and my chubby toes always look better when they are painted. I at least tried to call with a fall-ish color.
As I’m getting ready, I see Evan quietly laying on the bed. I’m secretly hoping that he’ll fall asleep. He NEEDS rest and he hates to rest. He gave up naps when he was 3 so a nap would be huge today.
He did fall asleep. So I let him rest and went downstairs.
After our fascinating evening, I told Evan I’d play some video games with him. We played one too many rounds of Mario Kart and then off he went to the bath. Yes, that is my foot strategically placed in the shot.
Two hours later, I’m surprised to see he’s still sleeping. He stirs and sees me and goes back to sleep. Poor guy must really need the rest. I go back downstairs and decide that it’s time to begin my update on my iPhone. I reluctantly plug it in and start the upgrade to ios5.
While I’m timing it and keeping everyone on Twitter informed of my moment-by-moment progress, I do what everyone does when their phone isn’t available. I do the laundry.
After 3 hours, Evan finally woke up and immediately said “I don’t feel any better.” This kid absolutely detests being sick. He can never quite comprehend why he’s sick. He understands about germs but he takes sickness very personally. Like, what did I do to deserve this? He’s hard to console.
I bring him downstairs with me and make a nice little set up on the couch and he plays a few games on the iPad.
I head out front to ditch the impatiens and plant the mum in my planter. I’m immediately grossed out by the thousands of ants that have taken up residence inside this pot, as well as the yucky spider living underneath.
I spared you the pictures.
You’re welcome.
I did my best to hurry and get back inside. I did some trimming too but realize that we might need to do a bit of yard work this weekend. At least it will be nice weather for it.
I came inside and Evan and I had a nice little snack. Gala apples and freshly ground honey roasted peanut butter from Whole Foods! He ate quite a bit and was feeling better but I had pretty much figured out at this point that I was house bound.
We at least got some comic relief by looking over at Emma who decided that the sick pillow and blanket was for her. I guess she was sick yesterday.
Evan finally collapsed again in sleep on the couch after much complaining and crying about his poor little head. He didn’t even want me to rub him but I held a cold pack on his head until he fell asleep. Then I carried all 50 pounds of him up to his room.
Last shot of the night came from the webcam. I ate my ramen noodles and drank my glass of Chardonnay. I lamented at one an awful day it was. I hate seeing Evan in pain and I really really wanted to get out of the house today. No such luck.
As I wait for my husband to get home from his business trip, I wonder what Saturday will bring. I have a feeling the fair isn’t in our future this weekend. But kids are resilient so you never know.
16 comments
Everytime I see laundry on the blogosphere they seem to be in the same laundry tote I got from Target 😉 Love the toes, hope he is feeling better tomorrow so you can have a big exciting fair post!
How did you know I got them from Target? I finally gave in after years of using cute straw baskets. I think it made laundry feel better if I had fancier baskets. But alas, the handles fell off and now we’re like everyone else in the blogosphere.
Hope he feels better today.
Also, I haz a pantry envy!
Give me some Tupperware and a labelmaker and you, too, can have the pantry of your dreams.
Also, he was feeling better today but no fair 🙁
I love Josie.
Your pantry is amazing. Just amazing. My husband would orgasm over the neatness.
We have the same batman thing.
Hope your son feels better today.
Oops. I think I said something in my comment about your pantry that needs approving. Sorry about that. I was just so amazed by it.
Just in case it went into spam cyberspace. Love Josie. Hope your son feels better.
I got it and approved it. And I whitelisted you so you can say whatever you want whenever you want 🙂
I LOVE Scramble! It’s my go-to game for whenever I’m bored or whatever (that or Sudoku). I wish they’d add more to it, but I love it nonetheless. Loving your week so far, such a busy lady! 😀
Long time Scramble fan here. I often place 🙂 I like the Advanced board since it requires 4 letter words minimum. I love Sudoku too! That reminds me. I haven’t played that in a while.
Hope Evan begins to feel much better today!
Did you ever figure out what the knocking was? I always hear knocking at night and can’t figure out where it comes from. Tim says it’s the pipes and I suppose it is but what’s funny is that it only happens at night.
Better buy all the peanut butter you can this month…heard next month the prices where going up 30 to 40% because of the awful weather destroying the peanut crops!
He’s definitely better today but we still have some whininess.Ugh.
As for the knocking, no, I did not figure it out. And It bugs me that I didn’t figure it out. It was knocking clear as day and nothing. Had to be a squirrel somewhere.
Thanks for the heads up on peanut butter! That’s a staple in our house!
I am also a mommy to an Evan who hated to be sick and never wanted to rest. Mine is 13 now but he was a strep magnet and I have to say that his symptoms were always exactly how you described your little guy’s. He never got that horrible sore throat you would expect and he never got a fever but he always had a severe headache.
You might want to check it out, if that’s what it is you will have a different kid within 24 hours of starting the antibiotic!
Hope he feels better!
Suzanne
Thanks for the advice, Suzanne! He had a bad headache this morning but one dose of ibuprofen and it was gone and he felt great for the rest of the day. Tried to get him to bed early tonight but he never makes that easy. WIll definitely keep my eye on him. I know how dangerous untreated strep can be!
Aw, I hope Evan’s feeling better today! Poor guy sounded miserable. But it sounds like you got a lot done around the house while he rested. That pantry looks fantastic!
Aw, poor kiddo. Hope he starts feeling better! That honey roasted peanut butter would make me feel better!
Love the toenail color!
I’m glad that you didn’t find a rapid jumping squirrel in the trash can.
Bummer about Evan, I hope he’s feeling much better now. Although I do love an adorable shot of a kiddo sleeping.