Hello friends. My apologies for the lack of blogging lately. The whole pneumonia thing made my life extremely uninteresting for a while, and I didn’t want to bore any of you with complaints of chest pain, coughing, fever, etc.
I’m much better now, although I’d say still not 100%. According to my doctor and his fancy x-ray machine, I still have a bit of pneumonia. So, another 10 days of 2 antibiotics for me. And, every now and then, this stupid cough flares back up. This stuff is hard to kick, I tell you. Saturday will mark 4 weeks of no exercise for me. Ugh. Must. Start. Back. Tomorrow. Or the next day.
I was super-lucky to have my mom come in and help with the kids during my time of duress. In a way, it was like a little mini-vacation, except that I could still hear the yelling and screaming of the kids. (Speaking of which, Davis turned 2 and instantly became saucy. Tempers flare in these parts, let me tell you. But so do snuggles and belly laughs, so it’s okay, for now).
Really, though. Having someone cook, clean, and take care of my kids made me realize my need for a live-in nanny, chef, and maid. Is that really so much to ask for? Of course it’s not. Why should the rich have all the fun? Life just isn’t fair. When my mom was here, she really enforced my doctor’s orders to rest. I even watched a Lifetime movie or two. And, in a classic case of #ParentFail, I might have let Ava watch one of those movies with me. Not surprisingly, it ended with some lady who was being stalked in a showdown with her stalker. She won. Because it’s Lifetime, and the women ALWAYS win. (Sadly, though, none of the Lifetime movies I watched involved any former 90201 or Melrose Place cast members. Those are truly the best. My favorite is one where Shannen Doherty is pledging a sorority and gets all investigative-reporter about some hazing. She also sings in it. It’s great.)
Other than that, I have managed to put samples of paint in my bedroom and kitchen. What started out as a little bedroom redecoration has turned into painting the bedroom, kitchen, den, hallway, and Ava’s room. And while I’m at it, I’d like to get rid of these stupid popcorn ceilings in my house, and swap out all appliances for stainless. Unfortunately, my lottery tickets have all been losers, so we’ll just stick to the painting for now. The most important thing I can tell you is that finding the right grey might be the hardest decorating task one can tackle.
Suggestions are welcome.
Oh, and Ava claims to have a loose tooth. I can’t quite tell. It’s causing a tremendous amount of excitement, though. We’re just going with it.
On that note, I bid you all good night.