I'm Not Feeling Too Marvelous Today

I'm now among the ranks of the sickies in the house. That's everyone but Steve. But wait - his time will come, too. Head hurts, neck aches, cough is "chesty" and painful, voice is froggy and sounds like I hang out in pubs all day long.

Our digital receiver for the TV isn't picking up channels too well right now. It's spotty which channels it gets well and which ones are ugly. Unfortunately the ugly ones are the kid channels.

We're going to wait until after the weekend to try to figure out what is going on. Steve isn't too keen on climbing up on the roof to fiddle with the aerial. I can sympathize.

It's a beautiful day today, in spite of my sickies. Not hot, cool breeze, bright (but not overly sunny). The kids are being mostly cooperative and Steve is running herd. Right now he's reading a story to them from "The Wind in the Willows" treasury they checked out last week.

I think the blackout curtains are working. Caleb is still waking up really early, but we've started leaving everything for breakfast for him accessible. It buys us about 20 more minutes of sleep before he comes in needing something else.

We're going to try a British version of Tex-Mex tonight. We bought a frozen chili & rice dinner and we're going to have it. I know; frozen meals aren't really a good representation of how stuff really is supposed to taste. But it is one of those "convenience meals" that I always want to have in the freezer. I allow myself to only have 1 or 2 at a time - otherwise the freezer gets overrun with frozen dinners, and I forget what I have and then I don't want to fish around for one of them because then the kids come wandering over to see why Mommy is digging around in the freezer and they generally make nusiances of themselves by pulling stuff out since it's a side-by-side unit and they can reach stuff. Plus it wastes money. Not to mention the fact that if the fridge or freezer door is open for too long, an alarm goes off. For real. We have an alarm on our fridge.

I'm going to go now. I just wanted to log on to whine about how awful I feel, since I don't want to over-whine to Steve. It loses its effectiveness if I whine too much. Just a little "I feel awful" every couple of hours does the trick. I'm not sure what "the trick" gains me, but I don't feel like I'm playing the hypocondriac and making Steve feel like I'm taking advantage of his "herd running." Julie and I will now retire to my room upstairs for some quiet time. Actually I will read and she will bounce up and down on her tummy while trying to figure out how to move herself over to grab my book. She will be crawling soon.