It's MY Party

Welcome to my Pity Party. Please come in.

You'll have to seat yourself though. And there will be no refreshments. I simply don't have the energy to be a good hostess today.

You see, my beautiful, wonderful, brilliant, precious daughter decided to exhibit some extremely untoddler-like behavior and SHARE:

Her Cold.

Poor, pitiful me. (Feel free to nod your heads in sympathy.)

I know, I know... I should be encouraging her to share. It is, after all, an admirable trait, that very few children her age can master.

However, she couldn't possibly have known that her Daddy was going out of state on business for a week, and her Mommy would be doing solo duty caring for her, a house, a neurotic dog with a bowel problem, and five hungry guinea pigs.

And let's don't forget that Christmas is coming, and I've barely even thought about shopping.

All I want to do is drag my pathetic, whiny, fever-addled, drippy-nosed butt back to bed, and sleep the glorious sleep of one who doesn't have a grouchy, sick toddler in the next room.

But I can't do that. Because every time I lay my head down and close my eyes, my daughter wakes up from her nap. I don't know how she knows, but she KNOWS. Must be some kind of toddler radar or something.

So here I sit, wide awake and feeling ever-so-sorry for myself, desperately hoping that nap time will extend into nitey nite time, completely bypassing any sort of feeding or bathing episode. Or anything involving poop.

Please do pull up a chair and wallow with me.

Here we go: <heavy sigh> (repeat)

Oh, and for tonight's entertainment, here's a little video about good health and cleanliness, something I wish I'd seen before I got sick:



Now... go wash your hands.

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