Ugh.

I have the cold from hell this week. Feels like there's an elephant crushing my lungs. I'm hoping it's miraculously gone tomorrow because it's going to be a gorgeous day and I want to go swimming. I felt so bad today that I couldn't bring myself to do it - and trust me, that's pretty bad.

Today we went to see the free movie (Racing Stripes) and even though it was a kid movie, it wasn't animated, so Izzy didn't go for it. Plus I felt horrible, so I didn't feel like messing with him anyhow. Thank God that mom kept Sophie for me. I REALLY don't think she could sit still for five minutes, much less a whole movie. She's never looked at the TV screen here for more than 30 seconds at a time. Today I actually thought, "Damn, I wish I could get her to watch cartoons." How pitiful is that? She's just an incredibly active little whirlwind and I swear she doesn't pause EVER. No wonder she eats so much.

I took a nap today, which as my regular readers know, is a very rare occurrence. Izzy had already had his nap when we got Sophie down (he'd fallen asleep coming home from the theater) so I told him I didn't feel well, so how about he took a rest and watched cartoons on the bed with me? I wrapped my arm around him so it would wake me if he got up, and my little sweetie laid there for an hour and a half while I snoozed. We talked and played some too, but I got a pretty decent nap as well.

After the kids got up and ate some blueberries, I decided to rearrange the living room back to how it was before we tried to sell this place. I put our purple and green leather couch back in front of the door, and Chris hung our giant purple and green mirror above it again. We had moved these things away from the door so it wouldn't be the first thing potential buyers would see when they walked in the door. It's not everyone's cup of tea. But now, after 9 months of trying, I decided today: screw them. We're not asking them to buy our furniture, but we do have to continue living here, so it's going to be the way we want it.

I am woman, hear me mew. It used to be a roar, but after two kids, I only have the energy for a tiny little mew now. But at least I'm not silent. Yet.