I am laying on my new sofa.
We bought it Labor Day weekend. I waited in anticipation for the scheduled drop off date. No more uncomfortable smelly futon, hooray! Unfortunately, they brought an entirely different sofa. While it was very nice, and worth substantially more than the one we bought, it was horribly uncomfortable. On the next try, the right sofa came but the guys on the truck broke one of the legs. Today, in came my new sofa. Which is superb since I’ve been parked on it all day. Cold and flu season is here, my friends. And I’ve got one doozy of a cold. My throat is sore and my chest hurts from coughing so much. My nose is raw. Yup, cold and flu season is here. Looks like I’ll be shuffling my sick butt to get a flu shot. Just as soon as I make it off this couch….
Children do the darndest things. We’ve been working with O on the “no hitting” thing. It’s not really working. I try to be consistent (the hardest part is not laughing, because he’s just so damn cute sometimes). Husband’s reactions are varied, at best. They range from trying to distract O when I am trying to correct him, to just knocking him over when O keeps smacking him. So much for us being a team and implementing the same rules and regulations.
Somehow, amongst all of this, what has my son figured out? How to say “aih” and smack at the dog when she growls under the covers. This is my apparent mode of disciplining the dog when she barks or growls when we are all trying to sleep. Well, I’m trying to sleep. Everyone else seems to be just fine.
So now we have to work on not hitting our friends or our doggies. Joy.