Gurgle from the Sea Bed

Woke up to the adrenals aching.

Hubby abdicated the day due to illness.

The toddler is 3, in all its ear shattering glory.

3 is the new 13.

With a side of whoop ass.

And not the 13 that gets straight As. More like the punk who shakes other kids down for lunch money.

3 makes me think I should start drinking.

If she keeps being 3 like this I'm taking her to the doc just to be sure it's not something requiring antibiotics to banish that is making her this difficult. She is still gunky in the chest and doing that choking asthma hack so this could be the root cause of the bad attitude.

Any way, stayed home and sedentary today in an effort to take it easy.

Not sure how successful I was. I've been swept under by my Saturday.