I feel like this should be a momentous post full of hilarity, but really, I'm tired and I'm catching a cold and the wee-er one just punched me in the hand and yelled "DAMMIT" when I refused to give her the medicine she demanded after spontaneously waking up at 11pm.
I think maybe I will go to sleep for a few hours, groggily demand medicine and then punch my husband and yell DAMMIT when he doesn't wake up to administer to me. Who is modeling behavior for whom now?
Did I get the grammar right just then?
In completely unrelated news, I now have gnarled, crusty hag hands because of the constant washing, the hand sanitizer and the resulting chafing. Add in some freezing weather and holy crap, you guys, my hands look like they're about 600 years old. I am thinking of slathering them with pure lanolin when I go to bed tonight, except then the sheets will stick to them, or they will become glued to my face somehow, or trapped in my hair. I could slather them and then put on some gloves, but I don't have any gloves. I could wear the wee one's Boba Fett gloves from his Halloween costume, though. Lanolin + Boba Fett gloves = silky smooth hands of a younger woman? I am skeptical, but desperate.
Lanolin-filled Boba Fett gloves will make it difficult to grasp the drugs I request in the middle of the night, though they will cushion the punching.
I will have to ponder this scenario as I drift off to sleep. Can you tell I'm tired? So tired. It's like being drunk, except without all the peeing. Maybe I shouldn't blog when I'm like this.
This has not been a glorious first post of the year at all.