All Better.

Yesterday I spent the entire day cleaning every surface in our house with clorox wipes. "KILLS COLD AND FLU VIRUSES!" the container says.

We pretty much felt like we had the plague last week with the flu.

Which we kind of did. I mean, I certainly have zero patience for sick people who cough and blow their nose in my immediate vicinity.

It just is no fun all around.

Luckily I had Dashing Boy here to take care of me and for me to take care of. Which is always nice. Isn't it so nice to take care of someone? When I was a nanny for Belle I got the flu a whopping 3 times! It was just too hard to not mug on her and try to mend things better. It was worth it.

And so while Dashing Boy made me baked potatoes and spoke softly to me, I did my best to nurse his high fever. He exclaimed at one point after the doctor prescribed some tamiflu, "I mean, they don't even know if I'm sick!" hmmmm, honey. your entire body is boiling right now. You have a fever over 102.5. Boys can be so silly.

Our final flu tally:
Kleenex used: over 400.
Gatorades consumed (they were on sale for $.49!): 9
Halloweens missed: :(
Number of our moms who would not come to our house for fear of the plague:2
Episodes of Glee watched via computer: 6 (thank you Natalie for the recommendation)
Times Dashing Boy claimed non-sickness: 3
Hours spent cleaning house: 7

Yes, Ma. They're Pretty Bare.

I blame it on the flu. Because who wants to eat salad when they have the flu? nobody.

Thursday was the worst day I think. I asked Dashing Boy if he would make me a little salad. "Just on piece of lettuce," I moaned. And that it exactly what I got, one big piece! It was very funny!

Didn't I Just Eat a Salad?

It's kinda hard to remember sometimes.

BOooo Hoooo.

Our neighborhood is overflowing with cute kids trick-or-treating right now. I wish I could be passing out candy and seeing all the costumes. But my cackleley voice would surely frighten the whole neighborhood away!

We were hit pretty hard this week. boo.

Still, I can't bring myself to be that house on the block with their lights on that isn't passing out candy. When I was little I always thought those houses were mean.

Hopefully our sign on the door will alleviate some of that problem!

Fall Time Times.

(photo by very talented: Kali Foley)

There is something about the fall that makes me feel like I should be getting lots of things done.

Like I need to hurry and gather all my acorns or something before I scurry inside for the winter.

I feel that crisp air, and in it I feel light and happy (it is my favorite season). But also I feel a bit weighty too as a string of little tasks that I want to accomplish go through my head. Preparedness before the winter.

And so I've been running around. Planting bushes. Pansies too, because at our last apartment we had pansies that lasted all winter long. Doing lots of little projects around the house.

But now all I want to do is lie on the floor.

That actually really sounds like a good, worthy way to spend my day.

But that is what I did (for the most part- aside from a 3 hour motivated block of time) yesterday.

no good. no good.

There are garden boxes to be built, and garlic waiting to be planted. There are sewing projects asking for some attention. There is that Julia Child cookbook I bought along with everybody else, and a husband who would probably love some nice fancy food. There are jobs to be found, visiting teaching to be done and new moms to give gifts to.

No no. I musn't lie on the floor.

Perhaps I can reserve that for a stormy day in the winter.