My family is sick. Blue Eyes has caught what Poppet has, and he is Crabby. Peiwen is starting to get a sore throat, poor guy. I still feel okay, so I have decided to get off my behind and actually do some of the things that need so desperately to be done and have been really bothering me. Like dishes. And cleaning the floor. The red rug will be impressive when I'm done, and if I weren't so embarrassed about it's current condition, I'd take before and after pictures. Instead I'll just try to document cleaning it after I've got it vacuumed and off the floor.
Blue Eyes has requested to watch The Incredibles. Good background for my heroic planned day. My kids tell me I'm Mrs. Incredible -- they like to assign roles, and so Poppet is Violet, Blue Eyes is Dash, Little Hungry is Jack Jack, Peiwen is Mr. Incredible, and instead of Helen or Elastigirl, I'm always Mrs. Incredible. I just smile and say thank you. In my head, Mrs. Incredible is not a character. It's a state of being. It makes me want to try to be Incredible.
