Did ya get the license plate number of that truck??

You know, the one that knocked me on my ass.

Shortly after my last post, I began to get sick. Really sick. By Sunday I had fever, chills, and my bones felt like they were made of lead. I had a horrible cough, and my chest was on fire. Monday DH got ready to go to work, and he said, "if you need me to stay home..." I had to say yes (and normally I'm a 'let's just get on with it' kind of gal). He quarantined me to the bedroom, and I gladly stayed there. The sad thing is...even though I was up there alone, in the midst of my misery, I still watched Nick Jr TV. I could have watched "The View", or Food Network...but no. When I felt my worst, watching "Blues Clues" was oddly comforting. I went to the doctor that day, and came home with my regular trifecta of antibiotics, decongestants, and cough meds. The girls ran DH ragged, especially since he was still recovering from the same affliction. I kept hearing screaming from downstairs...theirs and his. Finally I could stand it no longer, and I ambled downstairs. God love him for trying, but in some cases, sometimes there just is no substitute for mommy.

The rest of the week has gone by without much incident. The girls have started playing "Candy Land" and "Hi-Ho-Cherry-O" with their teachers - as a way of teaching them to take turns and share.

I had an interesting conversation with Dr. D. this week. It went sort of like this:
I was wearing a T-shirt the other day with a fish on it. She pointed to the fish and said, "whale."
Me: No baby, that's a fish.
D: Ohhhh...fish....
Me: What sound does a fish make? (now making little puckered-lip "fishie" noises)
D: (furrows brow) - Nothing.

Well, she was right. She's just too damn practical sometimes.