Did that title rhyme to you. I wanted to make it be a Lazy Day but didn't like that Lazy and Day did not rhyme so I said Dazy because I didn't mean the flower Daisy.
It was a lazy week this week. It's my first week without girl baby so I had boy baby on Monday and then on Thursday he was sick and I'm still not sure if I'll have him on Friday or not. So instead of earning slightly over $100 this week, I might only earn $25 or $50 if he's feeling better. Gak!
I should have done house work Tue/Wed/Thurs but instead I took a four hour nap on Tuesday because I was sick. I had chills but no fever. I had aches but no other signs. Well, I had a drippy nose and a cough. But I took copious amounts of probiotic and I was feeling better on Wednesday and I felt fine on Thursday.
I read this story about the five year old boy who received a 'robohand'. He was born without a hand/fingers or something and someone who just toyed around in their garage with stuff like that pretty much contacted the family and set the kid up. He's thriving with his new hand. Gives me hope. Like last weeks story about the man who received a limb transplant. Hope. Such a simple four letter word but it's so comforting.
This week I wrote about the day that Kevin proposed to me. What I didn't share in that blog post was the story about how when I was in college I wrote a short piece (roughly a paragraph) in creative writing about the perfect proposal. I know that Kevin did NOT read this piece but the thing is, it was practically played out in real life several years after I wrote it. It boggles my mind every time I think about that.
I kinda sort of wish that I had a couple more babies to watch during the week. I wish I had 3 babies to babysit just three days per week. That way I could (hopefully) make $100 per day and that would totally perk up our financial situation. Pray for that for me please. Either that or that Kevin is offered a position at his job that pays him what he's worth so I don't have to worry about not making enough money each week. Or better yet, pray that we win enough money in the lottery that it pays off all our debt. We only owe for the van we just bought (used), my student loans (why did I stay in college for so long?), and the house (which is no longer in the six figures, I think). Or of course, if we won enough money so we could set up trust funds and college accounts for each of the kids, that would be nice too. Start small and then hope for the best? I dunno.....it's frustrating sometimes.
Isabella painted my nails today. She is the most thoughtful and kind little girl I know. She has the sweetest little heart. So I am in her room and she has all these nail polishes lined up and she asked me the following questions:
Which color do you want? (I picked one)
Do you want more than one color? (I knew the correct answer was "absolutely"!)
Do you want me to paint a pattern? Which color do you want on which finger? Do you want .....("I want all pink on my left and all blue on my right.")
Do you want me to paint both of your thumbs one color or start with one color and do every other finger a different color? (Bless her little heart...."I just want pink on my left and blue on my right.")
Well if you change your mind I can switch the colors around for you. (I know this is the incorrect answer but I'm tired and my brain hurts and I am not capable of making decisions. "I won't change my mind this time, sweetheart.")
After the polish dries do you want me to paint a pattern on your fingers? (I knew the correct answer was "absolutely"!)
Which pattern do you want me to paint on your nails? I can paint hearts, stripes, polka dots, anything you want, I can do it. (No, she can't I nibble my nails down to wee little nubs but I let her do "hearts")
My fingers look pretty.
|Isabella painting my finger nubs.|
|After the nail painting it was tickle time. I was their victim.|
|Of course Joey had to have his nails painted too.|
|Joey captured the tickle time on the camera. I'm sure the photos look marvelous.|