Here's what's up with us:
My cough is slowly but surely getting better. I have slept through the night since Sunday night. It's a blessing.
It got cold. It's been right around 60 degrees here this week. Tuesday evening Chesney campaigned for me to turn on the furnace. "It's 69 degrees in here!" I had to tell her that if I turned it on, I'd set it at 68 so it wouldn't do her any good.
Then she asked to go outside and play basketball. It was maybe 58 degrees outside.
I am horrible at remembering to fast forward when I have the remote and we're watching something on the DVR. Mostly because I barely pay attention to the TV.
I don't like sentences that start "Mom, I have a problem."
I read three books last weekend. Three. It was bliss.
I plan to equal that this weekend... barring any better opportunities that come my way.
Dan saw a news story about pet massaging and he's now insisting that I massage the dog for 5 minutes twice a day to help reduce Hayden's stress. I know that deep pressure massages (or those no bark deep pressure vests they have for dogs now) are a great way to calm my nervous dog (just as it calms my students sometimes), but I don't really love putting my hands all over my dog. I let him sleep in the bed with me. Isn't that enough?
So Tuesday night, Dan's giving Hayden his daily massage... and Hayden passes gas. Guess we know what Hayden thinks about it now, don't we?
And that's the state of our union. How's yours?
