While the toddler was sick, I got a total of twenty-four hours of sleep the whole week. During that time, I found out Barney and Bob the Builder videos could be an effective interrogation tool for the police. Just lock the suspect in a room with either one of the vidoes, play it over and over for several hours, and by golly he/she will talk; either that of go totally insane. I watched Barney so much in that one week I could say the character's lines right along with them. When I told John goodbye one morning, I almost sang "I love you, you love me. . ."
Robert also loves the crooners, singers like Rosemary Clooney; he especially likes a song she sings entitled Hey Mambo. We listened to that one song over and over.
I became a night owl that week, staying up all night with a fussy toddler and shuffling through the next day like a mindless zombie. The third morning of our plague, I stood in the laundry room, tiredly shoveling a load of linens into the dryer. I pressed the start button, and. . .nothing. I pressed it again. . .nothing. What in the hairy heck is going on? The door is closed, the lint trap in, why isn't it running? I wondered. And what was that quiet humming noise. Finally it hit me like a ton of bricks. There was nothing wrong with the dryer, I had already turned it on, that's why the button wouldn't work. Duh!
One night that week, I felt a sharp jab in my ribs as I slept peacefully in my bed. "Stop it." John hissed in my ear.
"Stop what?" There'd better be a darned good reason why he's poking me, as in the house is on fire.
"Singing."
"Singing?" I stifled a yawn. "I wasn't singing."
"Yes you were. You were singing some insane Barney song. You know what?" he snorted, "You sound better when you sing in your sleep."
Smart a** , I thought.
Ah well. It's a glorious day today, and I plan to relax and celebrate it to the fullest. I need the break.
Have a great weekend!
Have you ever drank chocolate soy milk? I tried it earlier this week, and it's actually pretty good. Word to the wise though. . .if you ever spill any on your clothing, treat immediately with a stain lifter for clothing and wash. I learned that the hard way. Some dummy (me) didn't put the lid on the carton correctly, and when I shook it, soy milk went every where; all over my hair, face, clothes. It looked like a chocolate factory exploded in the kitchen.Wouldn't you know I was wearing white. I threw the shirt in the washing machine immediately, not bothering to pretreat, and the shirt is ruined.
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