I feel like donkey doo doo. The Dad brought home a nasty cold and was nice enough to share it with me. And what is it with babies and their uncanny ability to know when you're sick? She chose today of all days to sleep a total of seven minutes. That's after waking up in the night and then deciding not to go back to sleep. Thanks, Baby.
Also, I had to ship my new camera to Canon to have it serviced. It had been acting up for quite awhile and for the last week or more, I've only been able to shoot in Manual Focus mode. So after troubleshooting over the phone with a rep, he thought it sounded like a manufacturing defect. So I'm back to my point and shoot. Which was really weird to get used to again.
So in an attempt to make myself better, I cleaned my living room, went outside and picked some flowers, then rearranged the mantel a bit so I could put them where I can see them from the couch. Which is where I plan on parking my behind promptly when The Dad gets home from work.
The Dog has spent the entire day doing what I've been trying to do.
Now if these children would just. stop. fighting.
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