On Being Sick

I think Mini-me is tired of having a sick mommy. At the beginning of February, I was a little bit pregnant, and it started to not go so well. By the end of the month, I miscarried. Then, this past weekend, I was struck with the stomach flu. All of this was explained to a 5 year old as: "Mommy's tummy hurts." On Sunday, she looked at me and with frank honesty said, "Well, Mommy, maybe you should go see a doctor." Yesterday, Curly took Mini-me to school to give my tummy a little more time to heal. She suggested that he take Patch to the YMCA and do "Mommy's work." When I picked her up, she asked if Daddy had taken her suggestion. She was disappointed that he hadn't, and said, "But Daddy is so strong. He could do your work for you!" She clearly has no concept that a workout is only good if you do it yourself.

Curly is home today and I hope to tempt him into fun stores like Home Depot and Furniture for Kids. I want to move the girls into Patch's room and put Patch in the girls room. His room is bigger, but it has a smaller closet. I have always wanted to own a wardrobe closet, so we're going to get one or two for the girls new room. I have found a couple that I like on Ikea.com, but our local Furniture for Kids is having a recession sale, and we're hoping we can get something good quality and maybe a little cheaper than Ikea there. We also need to paint, because no boy of mine is going to sleep in a purple and turquoise room. Patch's current room is brown. The girls could sleep in there and be ultra-mod.