Three (3!) Things Thursday
1. I have been sick! And being sick sucks balls. I did go to work on Monday as I said I would. I got there, talked to my boss, and then went home. I was there for a 5 pm meeting that I didn’t want to miss, but my boss convinced me that he would just give me a full report, and that no one wanted my germs. By the time I got home, I was soooo sick. SO SICK. But, Alvie Bean was feeling better. He slept better Monday night, and then Tuesday was all chipper and “hey! play with me!” So the architect took him to the nanny, because I was barely able to get out of bed to feed the wee man. I stayed in bed until nearly noon on Tuesday. So. Miserable. I finally got out of bed and had some soup. And then I reclined on the sofa instead and watched eleventy episodes of Dr. Who. I finally put on clothes in time to go fetch Alvie Bean. I have never been so grateful for child care as I was Tuesday, when I could send him away for several hours so I could be sick in peace. Wednesday morning, I felt better. Not great, but better. I still sounded like a 65-year-old waitress who’d been chain smoking for 50 years, but I did go to work for a day of meetings. (I’m sure all I met with felt great about meeting with me. I did wash my hands a lot.)
2. I am making great strides on my plans for my Aggressive HappinessTM project. With the exception of the days of sick, I have been getting in my morning movement, my lots o’ water (that has happened every day) and been in bed w/ lights out by 10ish. I am also doing some pharmaceutically related things that should help push me over the hump of non-happiness. Mostly meth. Ha! I jest. There are no illegal street drugs involved.
3. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this lately, but my son is pretty darn cute. Even when he’s a raging snot monster and a crankosaurus rex, I can usually coax a wee small smile out of him.
Baby Beethoven rocks out with his bad self
