Message From A Bottle

I have been sick.

I know a lot of people have gotten this. And I'd like to say I'm sorry. Well, I am. But I'm more sorry about me because that just seems to work best for me.

Today is the first day I've wanted to be upright without causing great bodily harm to anyone near me. And I use the word "wanted" loosely. I finally went to the dr this morning because I couldn't take another sleepless night. My lungs pull out all the stops and have a huge party and don't invite oxygen and I cough and cough and cough and thus, don't sleep. Sadly, neither does my husband. But I'm more concerned with my lack of sleep. Because that also works for me.

I'm not nice to my kids either. I've yelled at all three of them more meanly than a child should ever be yelled at in their lifetimes. And yeah, it's made them cry. But guess what else it did? It made them listen. I didn't yell the first 5 times I had to say something, but looky there, screaming like a banshee does the trick!

I took some medicine that "may" cause drowsiness and "may" has turned into "yeah, it do" and I'm typing through half closed eyes. Not even lying. This is either sincere devotion or complete psychosis. I'm pretty sure I flirt along that line daily with my actions.

Mostly I wanted to say Hi, Y'all. And that I probably won't be blogging for a few more days until I can rid the demons of fever and pain from my body.

The good news is, I've made a priceless discovery that will help me in parenting Avee. In my limited capability of being on the ball as a parent, I've only half-heartedly kept my kids on the straight and narrow. The one that they seem to have a hard time keeping themselves to. Avee promised me she had eaten her lunch and was ready for her chocolate (she found a king-size Hershey bar in our glove compartment this morning, right after her eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer joy of anticipation, she broke into it and had 4 complete squares down her before I stopped her). Avee will stash contraband anywhere, so I assumed she had done so with her lunch, in order to get to the chocolate faster. So I listed off the normal places, "trash, toilet, drawer, under couch cushions," etc. And she laughed. She thought every thing I said was SO funny. Then I suddenly remembered this happening before when I thought she had done something that her friend had actually done.

Even though her little mind thinks of these things on her own---she thinks they are outrageous and hilarious coming from me. So, this is good news. Laughing= she told the truth.
Darting to recover hidden food = she lied and I busted her.

Now I'm going to go lay down on the couch.

Probably on a peanut butter sandwich...

*any and all spelling, grammatical, or political incorrectness are a direct result of the elixar that "do cause drowsiness" and any issues with such errors or incorrectness can be directed to that bottle.