I think I’m finally on the mend from this cold/flu thing. Spent as much time as possible lazing about this week. Got around to watching Adaptation…and reading Anil’s Ghost. Unfortunately I headed out on a spontaneous shopping trip last night, something I generally don’t do with the little man. But I absolutely needed a bowl of wonton soup for dinner…on the other side of town, naturally. And while we were in the area I thought I’d pick up a gift certificate for my niece’s 16th birthday. Was surprised to find something for myself too…J Otto’s Alice in Wonderland pop-up book, on ultra-clearance. Yay! But not before the little man had jumped on every piece of furniture in the store, played hide and seek in the clothing racks, fondled numerous necklaces and backed into a display of sunglasses. That little excursion wiped me out. And to top it off, I agreed to work a full eight hours at the part-time job today, to cover for a co-worker. Hopefully it won’t kick my ass too much. A better night’s sleep might have helped prepare me. But round about midnight the little man woke up crying, stumbled into my room, threw himself down on the absolute center of my bed and promptly went back to sleep. Periodically I woke up to him nudging me closer to the edge, head-butting and/or kicking me. I could have carried him back to his room but a) he’s hella heavy and b) he looks so very sweet when he’s sleeping.
