Things are going better here in Kimland. We have been fairly productive – cleaning floors, organizing a suitcase full of clothing which will be destroyed as soon as I need to get to my socks, getting a bunch of work done (Easter is right around the corner) and painting (how much longer can it go on!?). We finally settled on some colors with names like Sanderling and Rock Star and Lakefront. Guess what color Rock Star is….
In Gideonville things are getting awfully toothy. Those two he had? They are having babies. Total through the gums now: five. Last night while attempting to show Ellen that he had four, we all saw the fifth one poking through a little bloody gum. Poor thing. He can be crabby all he wants if his mouth is bleeding. I think that’s in the Constitution.
We hadn’t been to church in a while because of all the sick. Then we went there yesterday and just exposed ourselves to more sick. The table where we were eating our supper? One child with the stomach flu. She puked everywhere. It makes the mashed potatoes a little less appetizing. Another kid had an oozing eye. The claim is that he has seen a doctor and that it is merely a ‘cold’ but I have suspicions to the contrary. And then, of course, even if it is a weepy cold eye, maybe the goo could stay home until it is dried up and not matting down his eyelashes. Wouldn’t that be polite?
Another mother and I were all venty last night about the people who come to public places with sickness and how unbelievably annoying it all is. Now I am venting here. It seemed fitting. Also, perhaps we all just needed a good reminder. If your preshus little shnookums is not feeling well, KEEP THEM AT HOME. For the love. And for real.
I thought of you today. Kenzi told me she was going to Baby Gideon’s house. Get the pack & play ready.