Seriously y'all...the weather is getting warmer, we are playing outside more and everyone around here has been sick. Blurg. I need these germs and fevers out of my house. Being sick in spring is cruel and unusual. Last week #2 had....herpangina. Isn't that an awful name?! Sounds like an STD. Ick. Thankfully it was over with quickly. I thought #3 was getting it. He ran a low temp for a few hours and that was it. Nothing more other than his normal Mama's Boy whining. Whew! When #1 started saying she had a sore throat I assumed she had herpangina as well. Two days in I knew it was something different. Turns out she had strep throat. She normally gets it only on Halloween. She's shaking things up in 2014. After a few days and some good medicine she is feeling much better. Thank goodness. We all got a full nights sleep last night. Prior to the kids getting all germy and puny I got sick. Mom's aren't allowed to get sick. I have to give a shout out to Mr. Mayer though. The kids were all 3 at school. I was feeling rough and he left work to bring me some soup. Awww.... Sorry ladies. He's taken ;) My disease only lasted about a day, but it was still a miserable day. I was kind enough to share with Mr. Mayer. He didn't appreciate my thank you! I don't really blame him. Cross your fingers, toes and whatever else that we are all on the mend. It's been a long 2 weeks. On a plus side...Mr. Mayer and I had to work at my TMOM'S sale all day Saturday again. If you will recall last time we had to leave the kids all day with a babysitter she lost my kid. I might have mentioned it here. I was p-o'd. This time when we got home all kids were accounted for and very happy. I won't lie. I text several times and remained a little nervous throughout the day. I happen to have some really great babysitters now and she's one of them.
You would think I would be referring to myself or Mr. Mayer. But, no. I'm talking about the precocious little girl that lives in this house. "I cleaned my room damn good." Wait. What? That was the sentence Diva told me a few weeks ago when I asked her if she had cleaned her room. I was in shock. Mr. Mayer was stifling a laugh. Diva was dead serious. A few days after that she came downstairs and told me to "Tell those damn boys to leave my damn toys alone." Apparently her brother's were messing with her Barbies. We have also had the occasional "damn it" when she drops something or spills something. It was super embarrassing when we were at Target and she dropped a toy in the toy department and said "damn it." Thankfully there was no one around to hear her. Diva's um...creative (?) vocabulary started as soon as she started speaking. She has always used big words, whether she knew what they meant or not. Mr. Mayer and I are totally ...
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