Uggh. I feel yucky. Not terrible. Not quite sick. Just not quite as good as I'd like to feel. I've had a low-grade headache off and on all day and I've neither been in the mood to read or watch movies. *sigh* I literally did nothing today. Fun.
Wait, that's not entirely true. I watched about a million episodes of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends earlier because I was too lazy to reach 6 inches to the left to pick up the remote. Sad. Cole's watching Terminator 3 right now and I keep telling him to tell me what's going on. He gives funny commentary. "Mom, they're driving." "Mom, they're using bad language." "Mom, I don't know what just happened."
I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow. We're supposed to have rain for the bulk of the week and I already feel blah. It's going to be fun.
I have a whole bunch of Cole-isms that I want to journal about. You know, those awkward questions about sex and such that kids ask. Yeah. Cole's given me some good ones. But I can't do it now. My brain hurts too much.
I'm think I'm going to discuss the probability of Terminators being real with an 8 year old.
Wait, that's not entirely true. I watched about a million episodes of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends earlier because I was too lazy to reach 6 inches to the left to pick up the remote. Sad. Cole's watching Terminator 3 right now and I keep telling him to tell me what's going on. He gives funny commentary. "Mom, they're driving." "Mom, they're using bad language." "Mom, I don't know what just happened."
I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow. We're supposed to have rain for the bulk of the week and I already feel blah. It's going to be fun.
I have a whole bunch of Cole-isms that I want to journal about. You know, those awkward questions about sex and such that kids ask. Yeah. Cole's given me some good ones. But I can't do it now. My brain hurts too much.
I'm think I'm going to discuss the probability of Terminators being real with an 8 year old.