That I had to donate my brain matter to make the placentas.
That I would turn into my mother.
That kindergarten homework would stump me.
How much it hurts to step on stray legos in the middle of the night
FTTS February 3, 2006
DS1 is home from school sick today. DS2&3 are also home because of a health forms issue which I brought on myself with my excellent procrastination skills. [I'm a bit irritated by this...]
Anyhoo. I am going to sit in DS2&3’s room to get them settled for naps. I tell DS1 he can find something quiet to do or watch something on tv while I’m in there. When I come out, he is sitting kind of curled up on the couch in the family room (no tv in there) with his face in his arm. I leave him and go into my office for awhile. I don’t hear anything so go out to suggest that he lay down since he obviously needs to.
Me: DS1, why don’t you go lay down on my bed.
DS1: (head still on his arm) But *mom* (in that 2-syllable way that is usually a precursor to an attempted negotiation) you said I could watch this.
Me: Um, DS1, there’s no tv in here.
DS1: (without missing a beat) Well, I’m watching the show in my head.
Me: Oh yeah. What show is it?
DS1: (pops up his head, gives me a blank look for a few seconds in which I realize he was really pretty much asleep) I forget.
