We had a stomach virus at the Bungalow the past few days. LaLa got it Saturday night, which shot my Mother's Day. Then KiKi and The Man came down with it on Monday, which shot my anniversary. Such is life.
It is kinda funny when a kid pukes on their father. Not because the kid puked because that is just sad, but the look on the dad- priceless.
A two year old is incapable of letting you know before they toss cookies. The best warning I got was a little cough before the storm.
A five year old will milk a tummy ache for days if you will let them. Even when you know they are not sick anymore they will try to pull the pity card.
A 29 year old man is worse than a two year old when he is sick. He wants to make sure everyone in the house knows he is sick.
I swear if I get sick now I am gonna make sure everyone knows it and babies me. Oh wait nevermind, Moms don't get sick days.
Twitter is a time suck. I got rid of it. I kinda miss it, but not enough to sign up for it again.
It is almost time for LaLa to get out of school for her week long half term break. I need to think of something fun for us girls to do while she is out of school for that week. Any suggestions are welcome.
I have decided that gardening is for people who don't have kids. Or if they do have kids it is for people who's kids like to help them in the garden. If their kids don't like to help with the garden than they must have a spouse who likes to help them garden. I have decided this because most of the plants I planted earlier in the spring have died. It might be because I didn't water them enough. Either that or they have some sort of zombie virus. I am putting my money on the zombie virus, cause surely my gardening skills are unquestionable.
Donkey with his head stuck.
(Don't worry he got it back out after about 5 min of struggle)