First let me say sorry. Such language I used in my last post.
Such language! My mother raised me better than that.
But I was a little pissed off.
So sorry. For the language. Not the sentiment.
And I also want to take a moment to offer up huge amounts of hoorays and go girls to Aunt Becky who recently announced her pregnancy after two recent miscarriages.
As I said on her blog recently I wish her Gorilla glue strength stickiness in this pregnancy.
So back to me.
I am home with my boy who has strept throat. I am not sure I spelled that correctly - oh well. We were home together yesterday too. Yesterday he was wet noodlish and ever so endearing.
Today he woke up well rested and back to his old self. So today I kept his sister home too. Because she will keep him busy (that's the theory), and because yesterday she was down right devastated to be left at school "alone", and because he is no longer contagious.
But mostly to try and keep him busy. Because I am swamped at work. And in my delusional world of happy dreaming having her here will mean I can work on my presentation due tomorrow.
But I can't blog in peace so my hopes are fading.
I have been sheilding my keyboard from four sets of fingers for the past few minutes.
We'll see how the day progresses.
Wish me luck.