|Playing next to a sick Momma on the floor is still fun.|
One of the worst "side effects" of being sick is that I've lost my voice, and consequentially can't sing. Which ordinarily wouldn't affect me, but it means I can't sing to my baby, which makes our bedtime and nap time routine a little off. I miss singing lullabies to Eliza.
My husband likes making the bed. A lot. There were several days I stayed in bed and Shawn stayed home to take care of Eliza and I. I would get up to use the bathroom or get something to eat and return to find that Shawn had made the bed. Which is awesome, I love a made bed too, except when I'm getting right back into it because I'm sick.
Scooter loves tissues. He loves to eat tissues. Only used tissues. And when I'm in bed for a week sometimes the tissues don't make it to the garbage can (which we keep in the closet on top of Scooter's kennel so he can't get into it) immediately after use. And Scooter would lie in wait for me to get out of bed for a minute so he could steal the tissues off of my nightstand and eat them. Gross! Even now when I'm trying to be so diligent about putting the tissues right in the trash can he manages to find them, take them to our bedroom and eat them on my side of the bed. I'm constantly finding little bits of partially eaten tissues.
Well, March will be here by the end of this week, so here's to a healthier March! (And a hopefully less snowy one as well!)