For anyone keeping track, my body has now been host to 3 unique viruses in the last 2 weeks. Overnight I came down with my kids' cold. And it's not even full-fledged flu season yet. oy.

Keep your fingers crossed!

I know no one but me really reads this, but it's a good reminder for me. I *think* we're all on the downhill side of a week of illnesses. Last week, I had a sinus'thing' and a stiff neck. It really hurt. I got over that on Friday, but then came down with the pukies on Saturday afternoon. I hate pukies. yuck. Sunday morning, both my kids wake up with colds. I am indeed counting my blessings that a) I was sick on a weekend so my husband could take over as the resident human for 18 hours, and b) the kids woke up with colds and not involuntary protein spills.

So yesterday afternoon, I get home from a walk with the kids (it was 62 degrees on November 27 -- what's up with that?) and my poor husband was sitting in the family room, complete with blanket up to his chin. Luckily, he was spared any pukage, but he felt pretty crappy just the same. He went to work today. I hope he feels better as the day wears on.

Aside from the sickness, we're trying to decorate the house for the holidays, and it is going very slowly. We had just moved in and didn't decorate at all last year, so I'm trying to figure out how to do it this year. Our previous home's exterior was much easier to make festive, as it turns out. I'm about this > < close to buying a bunch of those 8-foot-tall inflatable Santas and snowmen and maybe a Spongebob for good measure and putting them all out in my sizeable yard. My kids would be convinced that I'm the best mom ever. But people might drive by and take pictures of my yard and then post them on the internet as examples of extreme Christmas tackiness.

So anyway, thats most of what is happening in my life. I now need to go finish washing my down comforter upon which a cat puked up faux pine garland. Ah, the joys of Christmas and pets. At least I was smart enough to buy plastic ornaments for the lower third of the tree. I hope that we'll be all healthy enough to get a tree sometime this week.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

It's boring on the shampoo bottle, and boring in life, too. As a non-outside-of-the-home mom, I do a lot of lathering, rinsing, and of course repeating. I just spent an hour preparing, then scrubbing and mopping the kitchen floor. It is all clean at this very minute. Once it dries, I'll move the table and chairs back in there, and commence re-dirtfying the floor. By 6pm, it will have a whole new array of spots, streaks and crumbs.

Next on the list is the front room. We aren't currently using that room for much, so it has become the catch-all room for the extra toys and mismatched furniture (both of which are plentiful around here). It's the largest room in the house, though, and there will be 16+ people over for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. So I need to clean it. In order to do that, I need the kids to be there with me. So while I'm lathering one end of the room, the kids will be playing at the other end. You with children know how that it going to play out. oy.

At this very moment, there is laundry swishing and tumbling, only to be folded, put away, worn, and sent back down the laundry chute. (Yes, I have it better than you who have to schlep you dirty clothes in baskets though the house; my life isn't all bad.) But the neverending cycle of housework goes on.

Lather, rinse, repeat. It just doesn't have the same ring as that mantra from Finding Nemo, Just keep swimming, does it?


note: I tried to bring this entry around to a tidy point, but I can't seem to make that happen. As it turns out, I'm just whining about the neverending housework. Go figure.

U no what I h8 about Myspace?

The stupid abbreviations. Maybe they wouldn't anger me so much if I ever used text messaging on my phone. No, I think that the excessive abbreviations are evil and are tearing apart the fabric of America.

Sorry for the hyperbole there. Really, I think the abbreviations are fine on cell phones, but serve no purpose except to appease lazy fingers. And if you are a real internet addict, you should be a good typist in pretty short order. It truly doesn't take more time to type night than nyt. Serously, folks, take a typing class if it's so hard!

I promise to get back to regularly posting here soon (I know, promises, promises). Problem is, most of my writing lately has not been stuff I really want to put out in public. I'm nutty like that. Like I saw on a t-shirt the other day, "I post intimate details of my life on the internet and I don't know why." Ain't it the truth.