It’s been a cloudy, windy, rainy, and brrr day.
Miss. Superstar started throwing up on Sunday. Then Miss. Spitfire followed around midnight. Thank goodness we had stayed home from Church because I’m still getting over this cough/cold thing that’s in it’s third week. Lame.
However, I am starting to feel better, just in time for all the throwing up, and Aunt Flow week. Dude. So lucky. Craptastically, lucky. It’s a word.
The girls subsisted on ginger ale, crackers, ice lollies, and air. There was also whining, moaning, cuddling, and warm, kissable cheeks.
Monday I kept them home from school, because, duh, I’m not evil, all the time (only when I want to be). I don’t believe in spreading misery like busy bodies do. Miss. Superstar threw up one more time yesterday (she kept track, I think she was up to a total of 16 times).
Today we spent it convalescing. The girls also started getting their appetite back. I knew this because Miss. Superstar ordered grilled cheese with scrambled eggs on the inside. I was grateful that though their appetites were miniscule, at least they could look at food without groaning. It’s the little things.
With that tiny appetite increase, they wanted to do something. If you haven’t noticed the million-and-one crafts, red and white, and candy everywhere you go, yes, indeed, it’s Valentine’s day this month.
Miss. Spitfire chose to make a love monster inspired the same post on Today’s Mama.
I am not a crafter. I never have been. My mom wasn’t. We grew up never believing we were creative, because we were Asian. The culture we lived in told us we’re only good in math, science, and nerdery. Since I sucked at all of those, except nerdery, I was royally screwed. As a Mormon, the only culturally, celebrated talents were/are piano, singing, road-show performing or other music. Again. Screwed. My talents were never considered talents, all I could do was dance, read like a maniac, give speeches, and write. Yep, totally marriageable, mother material.
I’ve tried becoming crafty. I’ve tried knitting, glue-sticking, sewing, glue-gunning, etc. It all ends up looking like recyclable materials, haphazardly put together, waiting to be relieved of their misery in the recycle bin.
Perhaps, I just haven’t found the groove, or maybe I hate the mess, the time spent finding the supplies to assemble, assembly, and then dust-gathering. I am not a fan of dust. However, on a day like today, it was a craptastic craft-fest. The girls loved it, and I will begrudgingly admit, it was fun. There.
Good thing all I had on the schedule today was, stay awake, and cater to the girls. Whee! A successful day.
ps. 7pm update – Miss. Spitfire is feeling great. Miss. Superstar is not. I am sad for Miss. Superstar.