Our family has been sick since Friday… and counting. First Isabelle got a runny nose… and the rest is history. She took the rest of us down with her.
I never knew how miserable a cold could be until I had kids. Gone are the days of me binge watching TV and eating soup. Plus, now that I’m over 30, I think I recover more slowly than I used to, but maybe that’s because my immune system is on overload and I no longer sleep. Details. And feeling miserable while your kids are feeling miserable… it’s all the worst.
The point being, I had big dreams of having a nice relaxing, adventure-filled week, which didn’t end up happening.
We did have a fun Fourth of July, though! We went to a parade in Edmonds, WA and the girls (well, mainly Clara) loved it. Then we had a low key afternoon and Tim and I put the girls to bed and watched fireworks out of our kitchen window. I never thought I’d be happy about the neighbors shooting off fireworks, but I was so thankful that someone near us decided to get in the holiday spirit so I didn’t miss out on all of the fun!
Lamest story ever? Yes. Let’s all move on.
Two brief conversations we had with Clara this week:
The moment I decided to stop walking around in certain types of underwear near my three year old –
Clara: Mom, I like your underwear!
Clara: But why can I still see your butt?
The moment I decided to stop hand washing our dishes –
Tim: Clara, have you been cleaning the potty?
Tim: I appreciate you helping, but the brush you’re using is actually for dishes, not the toilet.