We've all been sick the last week or so. The place is awash in balled-up kleenex and Ny-Quil. I think Olivia picked up the initial cold from play group and we've all been swapping it around. My mom is visiting from CT and has been on light nurse duty since she got here: cooking meals and handing out kleenex and tea.
Aaron passed his PMP certification exam the weekend before last and has already seen an increase in calls from recruiters, so fingers and toes crossed that the precarious financial situation will soon be behind us. We both lost about 10lbs of worry when he passed; I don't think either of us knew how stressful the worry was until it was gone. I had two job interviews last week -- one rude, one good, and haven't heard back about either. Oh well, onward.
Olivia may be only 17 months, but she is already a two year-old in some ways. The last few days she protests wearing any kind of clothes or shoes. Trying to get out the door involves a meltdown of some kind so you have to allow an extra 10 minutes for tears and tantrums. If it were warmer I might just allow her out in a diaper, but it's been unseasonably cold and since she's sick we have to go through the dressing tantrum.
Then, around dinner time, Olivia goes through her "seek-and-destroy" phase: about an hour long period where she is crabby and leaves a path of destruction in each room. Usually you can jolly her out of a bad mood, but not during seek-and-destroy; the only tools in the arsenal that seem to work are a bottle of milk and a dance to a happy tune.
On the plus side, with having my mom here and being sick I have been able to read actual books rather than periodicals. It's been nice brain food. Hard to remember that it can't subsist on junk food anymore than any other part.
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