So, this week was a wash. I came down with the bug Wednesday night, and The Professor followed suit about two hours after me. We were up all that night ill, and spent most of Thursday trying to do as little parenting as possible while keeping our children alive. I spent a lovely hour with Liam that morning, teaching him about his eyes, nose, ears, neck, back, legs, feet. He was pretty cute. I also had a nice moment with Jack, watching tv and eating popsicles together. But it was, for the most, part, pretty boring for all of us, parents and kids alike. It was a day of sloth, unremarkable, and marked the third day since I’d accomplished anything. Friday was the fourth day of non-accomplishment, because though we all felt pretty much better, our nanny was struck down with the Plague and so we still couldn’t get much work done.
This morning a family member was in town, so we all went to the NOLA art museum together. Jack behaved well enough, and Liam slept most of the time, so it was a pretty successful trip. However, this family member asked me my due date, so of course as soon as we got home I threw the shirt I was wearing into the Goodwill and then ate a half gallon of ice cream. I’m still not quite recovered.
So tomorrow’s Sunday, and we’ll have to share babysitting duty to try to get some work done or I will be in trouble. At least Monday is MLKJ day, so no class. Gives me a chance to catch up on readings.
I got my grades for last term, and I am pleased as punch. If only I’d had them last term, I might have had more interviews. Oh well. I’ll take it, even a day late and a dollar short.
Thus endeth the most boring post ever. Back to more Saturday night sloth.