Happy weekend! I’m fighting a sinus infection and enjoying the opportunity to be utterly unproductive.

There is so much I want to write but it’s not happening. The pounding head. The pressure in my face. It’s beyond distracting.

I spent most of yesterday afternoon in bed, counting the minutes until Gil walked through the door so I could gulp NyQuil and call it a night.

The kids played cooperatively which was good since I had no mediation in me.  I warned them when they got home from school that they’d have to help me out and behave.

I AM SICK. Tread lightly. 

The conversations I overheard and somewhat engaged in from my bedroom infirmary were quite entertaining. Here are a few snippets.

Wallace: “I’m sorry you’re sick, Mom… Did you have dairy? Like from a cow? ‘Cause…that always makes my nose run. And my skin itch… ”

Me: “No, I think I’m just sick. That happens sometimes. Thanks for checking on me. I love you. You make me smile.”

Wallace (speeding out of the room. My lord, the energy…): “Love you too Mom!!! I love you like a dog loves its tail!”

Thanks. I think…

Wallace is the chattiest of my two children and often conversations between him and Piers are virtually one-sided. The following went down earlier while they were building with their train set. It was remarkably familiar. I imagine an eaves dropper could have reported similar interactions years ago when Gil and I were building our house — me chatting away and Gil with his laser focus grunting occasionally, ya know, so I’d feel heard.

Wallace: “I haven’t pooped in days…well…not this day…. I did poop yesterday…in phonics…morning phonics… I DO NOT like phonics. It just goes on and on and on…like that infinity number…

Then there was this:

Piers: (Jumping on the bed, slamming his head into my leg. Again, THE ENERGY. It’s s miracle I’m not sick more. My adrenals have to be shot — I’ve been on high alert since I birthed this kid): “Guess what?! I saw the Easter Bunny today!”

Me: “Hmm…interesting…”

Piers: “Kidding!!!! Did I getcha?! I was just thinking about him… today… in the middle of math…”

Wallace: “We had an Easter duck today in our class…well…actually I don’t think it had anything to do with Easter…but maybe it did…”

Me: “Well why was it there?”

Wallace: “I think because of drugs…”

WTF?! Really, a Just-Say-No DUCK?!

Me: “Wait…was it a real duck?”

Wallace: “No, silly! Of course not! It was way too big to be real. I think it was Mr. McFarland (random teacher)…it was kinda shaped like him.”

And that, my friends, is standard. These are the tales I hear from first grade and kindergarten. I do a lot of reading between the lines.

Do your kids tell you about school or if no kids, did you tell your parents about the happenings in school?

I think I broke it down a little better than my own children do when I was a kid. Maybe girls elaborate more. Who knows, but I get the most random stories and even those are few and far between.

Cheers to health and sending you all lots of love!