I've had a horrible cough for what seems like forever. Actually, I think it's a second round of a cough. Allergies started it in October and once the cold weather set in, it began to go away.
Well, it's come back with a vengeance.
I've been hacking up a lung the past four nights in a row. The living room couch has become my home so I don't keep the entire family up with my barking.
I'm freaking exhausted.
This morning I MADE myself get into the shower, because seriously, I couldn't stand the stench anymore.
I told the kids that I'd only be about ten minutes and to please behave.
Two minutes in and I could hear T. and R. arguing. Damn it, I wasn't even going to be able to shave my legs.
As the two of them shouted over each other through the bathroom door, I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and hopped out of the tub.
Now, I would normally have just let them duke it out, but the lack of sleep and the fact that I forgot to take my happy pill this morning, just wouldn't allow me to tune out the ruckus.
I wrapped a towel around my body and flew open the door.
"Can't I even get a shower in peace?!"
They proceeded to spout he said/she said words at me. All I heard was "Wah, wah, wah."
"Enough! If you can't get along, just stay away from each other, please!"
T. turned and ran up the stairs. He was probably off to antagonize his brother.
R. stood and looked at me. I could see a lump in her cheek. She was rolling her tongue around on the inside of her mouth. This is something new she does, which immediately tells me that she is going to tell me she did something I would not approve of.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Um, mom, did you hear me call T. a bad word?"
"No, I didn't. But you aren't allowed to use bad words, are you?"
"No, but he was being mean."
"Well, it's not okay for you to call him bad words. What do you think I should do about this?"
Her sweet little face looked up at me and she said, "You should call him a bigger bad word."
Ahhhh, the mind of a six year old.