I'm feeling better. Well, all except the violent....maybe I shouldn't share THAT part of myself with you. Let's just say, I'm at the end of my illness. The fever is gone and the house looks a little bit better than it did when the tornado hit it 2 days in a row. Now no one can say I don't do anything around here. When I am down, the entire house is turned over so there is proof that I coordinate the chaos.
Rosa is going out on a blind date. She mad that I am pushing her to go out. I am not pushing her to drink and stay out all night. I am pushing her to make friends that don't do that.
There isn't much to say other than the kids plan on camping out this weekend in the yard. That means I get to sleep outside. Whoo Hoo! We will watch fireworks and then come home to let them catch lightening bugs and roast marshmallows. We don't celebrate anything too big. In fact, this will be the first Independence Day we have really acknowledged in any way. They can handle it, I think.
That reminds me!! Patches and Cyr are at their birth Aunt M's until Monday night. This is a really long time for them. I sent extra meds. LOL They are going to see their former FM and alot of their relatives while they are there. Cyr knows what to do with Patches and has her own cell to call me if they need help or advice. She reminded me that she doesn't mind helping now but she will not take care of her when I die b/c she would murder her and be sent to jail. Cyr that is, not Patches. At least she knows her limits. LOL
Kiera has a few new words that crack me up. Mayonaise, hot dog, bandaid, and of course stop it. The child screams stop it 487,373 times a day. It is loud and clear that she doesn't want you to do whatever you are doing until you stop and she is still screaming at you. She screams it in her sleep and scares the crap out of me, too. Such a joy when they learn to talk.