Apparently, Blogger is sick too and will not allow photo uploading today. I guess he's been up since 3 a.m. dealing with a vomiting child as well.
Yesterday I was so excited. Griffin wasn't feeling sick anymore, we ran a ton of errands and purchased the primer for entry room so I could finally (after a year of having the blue tape up) get that room painted.
I got the kids to bed and was able to get started downstairs around 9:30. I worked for two hours and discovered that I can't roll the walls because the texture plaster is a wee bit too delicate to the walls have to carefully brushed on. Lovely. But oh well. That's life. It takes time to do a job right, and do a job right I will.
Anyway, I got cleaned up and up to bed shortly after 1 a.m. (insane, I know) only to be woken up at 3 a.m. with a vomiting Griffin.
He's been up watching cartoons since then. I tried to cat nap, fairly unsuccessfully, and now I'm feeling grody too.
And now I'm just seething mad that I can't prime today.
I'm not mad that I'm sick. Or Griffin's sick. Or Darwin is starting to sound sick yet keeps requesting "wabbies" and I'm completely fearful of him throwing those up. I won't be mad if I have to clean such a mess up.
I just want to be productive. Sounds a bit selfish, but it's true.