I think all your well wishes sent my brain positive power and caused a miraculous recovery.
Ok that’s a lie. I still feel like shit. My fever peaked on Sunday at 103.7. My whole body ached. It was loads of fun. I hate calling in sick to work and I’ll tell you why. First because it leaves approximately 8 families high and dry and trying to figure out what they’re going to do with their kids for childcare. Second because I have to actually physically CALL all those families and tell them I’m sick. It’s a little embarrassing. That’s why, even though I still feel a little under the weather, I’m going to working anyways. Is there some kind of award I can get for that??
I feel entitled.
With that off my chest I’d like to share with you the comic relief to my day yesterday that came courtesy of Laina.
You see Laina’s been getting downright sassy and she took full advantage of my illness, knowing I couldn’t chase her down in my state, and was all kinds of sassy this past weekend.
So last night we went to pick up some dinner and Laina was…wait for it….TOUCHING Maile’s seat!!!! The horror I know. But Maile was all “Nooooooo. Waaaaaa. Stop it. She’s touch my chair mom! Stop it. Don’t do that. Waaaaa.” and then Laina was all “Ouch! Don’t hit me. Mom Maile hit me. Waaaaaa. Stop it”.
And repeat.
So I shouted over them both and told Laina to put her hands in her lap, to which she responded by shouting “no!”.
Exxxxxsqueeze me!?!
I whipped my head around with a look that said, “please tell me I did not just hear that” but Laina’s glare and furrowed brow told me all I needed to know.
me: put. your. hands. inyourlapNOW!
laina: no.
And then took my seatbelt off in the most exaggerated fashion you can envision and said “do I need to come back there!?!!”
We all know I had no intentions of crawling over top an entire bench seat, in a moving vehicle, to get to Laina in my condition, but she didn’t know that. She quickly moved her hand from Maile’s seat and placed it in her lap…maintaining the glare and furrowed brow the entire time. I returned the favor.
When I turned back around Laina felt obliged to give me a piece of her own mind:
“Don’t you take yer seatbelt off or da policeman gonna getchu an yer gointa jail, hear me?”
How could I argue with that? Pat and I stifled our laughs in the front seat and I thanked her for putting her hands in her lap like a good girl.
Hard to believe these angels can be such drama queens.
