I'm being held hostage by a sick child. Poor Sneedlet One is sick. He went to the doctor yesterday for his four-year check up and he got three immunization shots. When he got here last evening, he was feeling a little puny and I figured that the immunizations might have gotten him down. His mother swore that he felt fine when they left home. I'm sure.
Today he has a cough and a bit of a fever. It is one of those things where he felt better this morning, but has gotten sicker as the day went on. He took a nap, I gave him a child's Tylenol and he took a bath to cool off some. Right now he is laying on my our bed, watching PBS Kids Sprout, his favorite channel.
So, instead of my usual Saturday routine, I have been parked in the house puttering around. Wait that is my usual routine. I cleaned the bathroom, did some laundry and picked up toys several times.
Sneedlet is like most four year olds in that he isn't so good at picking up. I usually tell him that I will throw out his toys if he doesn't pick them up. This is usually marginally effective. This morning he was playing with his Dora the Explorer game and when he was done he moved on to something else. I told him to come back and pick it up and he tells me to just throw it out. Nice.
At the moment I am waiting for Mrs. Sneed to come home from her counseling gig so that I can go to the football game this evening. Our local college team was supposed to be very good this year, maybe even go to a bowl game. Instead, they have been abysmal. A lot of fans are up in arms over this development and are calling for the coach's head. I try not to invest too much emotion in the success or failure of football teams, but many people do.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
1 comment:
I assume he tells you to just throw it out because he knows you won't.
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