Not on top of my game

I'm somewhat under the weather. I've had a headache for three days, that at one point I thought was a migraine because it was accompanied by odd vision disturbances and a strange coppery smell. Now I think it might be some kind of bug because I've been hearing lots of stories about sickies with bad headaches.

It's my Wednesday off today, and I normally really do try to take advantage of my time with the kids on these days.

But, today, I mostly lay on the floor and let them crawl all over me and jump on top of me and otherwise have their way with me while I mostly whimpered and every once in a while tried to engage in some actual kid-friendly interaction.

I had planned to make a quick trip to the store to pick some essentials: red duct tape, carpet cleaner, tomatoes.

That didn't happen.

I consider it a victory that I actually fed the kids a real lunch instead of just tossing some goldfish crackers on the floor and letting them go at it.

While I was rolled up in a ball on the floor trying to will myself to get up and get my boots on to go pick up Travis from school, Sophie stuffed her coat full of little wooden blocks. I picked her up and about 12 of them clattered to the floor. She looked at me like, "Mom, what did you DO?!?"

Then later, after we got home, she built a little tower with those blocks and said, "Mom! I biwt a magic popsicle!"

Don't ask me.

Also tonight, I took Travis to tae kwon do, which he's missed quite a bit lately due to two weather-related cancellations, a ski trip, and one case of motherly forgetfulness. He's doing so great with it, really seems to enjoy it, it actually keeps his attention for the full hour, and he's definitely improved. He's learned all eighteen moves of his 'form' and is on his way to earning his orange belt. I'm quite proud.

Oh, and another thing, he's saving up for a Nintendo DS (thanks to his buddy Andy that he carpools with after school). He earned two quarters today. Couple that with the roughly three dollars that he's got in his Spiderman piggy bank, and he's only about one hundred and thirty four random acts of independence away from his dream.