Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?
I told J-man that it is going to feel like spring again today and he said “Ya, but everything still looks dead.”
On Monday I wrote about how much I love having the day to myself. Sissy did try to stay home saying she didn’t feel well, her throat hurt and she had a cough. I looked at her throat and she didn’t have a fever so I packed her up and drove her to school since she had already missed the bus with her theatrics. Then yesterday morning, the same thing only worse. I took her temperature and she had a fever and she told me she could feel a thumping in her chest when she breathed. I took her to urgent care in the afternoon and after a throat culture and a chest x-ray she was diagnosed with acute bronchitis and we left with a prescription for an inhaler and one for just in case antibiotics. At least the doctor was into “The Hunger Games. They had a nice talk about the books and movie premiere.
Despite the lifetime scarring from the scarf incident of 1976 I’m attempting to pull off wearing my new scarf from Germany today, even if I do look like a doofus. I feel self-conscious if I wear a chunky necklace, this is way bigger than that. Wish me luck.
The teenage meltdowns are hard, but the teenage meltdowns over silly things is ridiculous. Tonight I let Thing 1 use the computer for 40 minutes and then I told him it would be Thing 2’s turn. Which he was fine about until it was time for him to be done then he flipped out. What the hell? How do they go from fine to flipping out in 2 seconds flat?
Both boys want a new pet this weekend. I did promise them each one but it’s turned into this big ordeal. It’s gone from parakeet, hamster, Guinea pig to rabbit. What the hell? Can’t they just get a fish?
Sorry they’re lame but my head still hurts to think that much.