I am sick.
Head pounding, chest wheezing, eyes watering, miserable sick.
And Dad is home sick too.
The big kids are at school, but Griffin is home and he is NOT sick. He is energetic and silly and hungry. It’s 10am and he has already peed on the carpet and tried to hide the evidence, sent the pieces of a board game flying all through the shag carpet for me to dig out, demanded yogurt, milk, cereal, granola bars, chips and cookies…some of which I granted him and some I did not…which led to some fantastic three year old tantrums. But now he is watching Dora and yelling out instructions to our little spanish friend…and I can go back to being sick.
I think I’ll spend my day playing games. I have been neglecting my restaurant.