I know you are all soooo sick of me whining about how crappy I feel. I know this, but hey it's my blog and I can complain if I want to. I really am sick of feeling sick. I think I may be working on a very very slight infection but so far they say everything I am feeling is within the range of "normal". I think it will be easily remedied with a saltwater gargle and sleep. Both of which I should do right now because I am tired and still technically recovering. But I am typing and then I need to wrap a coupla presents.
My smarty pants son went into my office to find a book and saw this toy. He ran to me soooo excited "Mom, is that pirate ship for meeee?" to which I immediately replied, "No, son, its for Uncle Rhys (who is 19, but in his mind who wouldn't love that gift?)." He surveyed me for a second to see if I was serious and I kept my cool. He then said to me "I don't like you right now." He didn't say it meanly, it was disappointment coupled with a matter-of-fact-ness that said "I don't really want to not like you right now, but you forced me into it when you disappointed me so." I told him that was fine, he doesn't have to like me all the time and then he was over it just like that. But that did tell me there were a few presents that need to be wrapped, because Santa just doesn't have the energy to hide things better.
So, I will wrap, then sleep. Aaaaah, who am I kidding? I am totally going to bed right now.
By the way, the next time Aaron and I undergo his and hers procedures the first person better be fully recovered before the next one goes under. You know, because we plan to make a habit out of this.