Week Six and then some

It should come as no surprise that I spent most of this week sick.  For one, Rob is a generous soul and naturally he thought it necessary to share his cold with me. I tried to explain to him that I love him unconditionally and that it is not necessary for him to give so much to me as I expect so very little from him.  Nevertheless, he insisted and so, since Wednesday, I have been fighting a presumably losing battle with a cold that will not go away.  Nothing seems to be helping and I am unable to breathe without opening my mouth.  My lips are chapped and I'm pretty miserable.  Plus, somehow I have to find a way to study through all of this.  So far, truth be told, I haven't been very successful with the studying.

Other than that, this week was better than last week with one disappointment.  It seems my son Marc won't be coming home for a visit in March after all because his job won't give him the time off.  Actually, I'm keeping optimistic that the trip will still happen.  A lot can happen between then and now.  But I'm also not going to get my hopes up because shattered expectations are not fun and I don't want to be utterly disappointed.  If it happens, I'll be thrilled.  And if it doesn't, I'll look forward to the next scheduled visit, whenever that may be.

I had hoped that the dust of week four would settle and allow me to accomplish more during week five.  That was clearly not the case but I know that this cold I have can't last much longer.  I'll have to play catch-up when it does go away and then, maybe when I really am caught up, I can write something lucid or even meaningful.  In the meantime, here are some random moments from my silly life.

Via text to my son Joe
Me: One of my keys is sticking.
Joe: Did you spill something on it or does it feel like something mechanical?
Me: No spill for certain. Not sure what a mechanical issue would feel like. My ovaries don’t work like that.

Via text to Rob
Me: I can’t find the television remote.
Me It’s okay. I’m old enough to know how to turn on a television without one.
Me: Flashed my boobs. Worked like a charm.

From Erin's facebook page
Bibi: Mop. Mop. Mop. That's the sound a broom makes.

From Matt's facebook page
Bibi: Agh! The sun! It hurt my eyes!
Me: What? Okay, I'll destroy the sun.
Bibi: (whispering dramatically) Yes. Do it. Destroy the sun.

And another from Matt's facebook page
Bibi: I had a dream about butts.
Me: What? Why?
Bibi: Because I can't stop dreamin' about butts.