SB (Small Boy) and I have both been sick for the past few days, and Cabin Fever has officially set in. It’s up for debate as to who’s whining more, although right now I think I’m winning. I’m being more whiny than a two year old. I’m very proud of myself.
To add to the fun of being housebound, it’s been about 1,000 degrees in Southern California for the past week or so. I keep thinking he feels warm so I’ve taken SB’s temperature about a million times. Nice work, Einstein – it’s 95 degrees outside. Of course he feels warm.
He’s also not eating, which for SB is pretty much unheard of. So I went online to see what could be wrong. I’ve narrowed it down to mouth ulcers, the flu, a sore throat, Dengue Fever or Ebola. I’m not allowed on the internet anymore.
We’re also going for the world TV watching record and I think we’re strongly in the lead for the Gold Medal. Yesterday, in a moment of desperation, I bought him a Smurfs video. Then I wanted to stab myself in the eyes to make it stop. I finally paused it when SB wasn’t looking and told him it was broken, and we went back to good old Curious George. I still can’t understand why the Man in the Yellow Hat would trust a monkey to fix his plumbing, but then again I’m not feeling well either. Whine, whine.
Today we’re going to venture out to the arts and crafts store so that we can make a colossal mess in the backyard with chalk and water. And then I’ll count down the hours until BB (Big Boy – my husband) gets home. Only 10 hours to go. That’s a lot of chalk. And TV. But at least we’ll bring home the Gold Medal.