Adeline woke me up at 5:30 am to ask me why she doesn't have boobies. I do not exactly remember what I said but it was something that included, "The sun is not up yet. I can't think."
George decided to be a "rocker" at around 6:30 am. He dressed himself in all black with a black leather jacket and rolled around on our floor screaming. "Rockers are loud," he declared, at which point Cole decided he also needed to be one. He scoured his closet and George's for anything black. He ended up with an inside-out ski vest, saggy jeans and space boots. Adeline also wanted to join in but wanted to be a pink rocker. George kindly advised her on what a rocker might wear (which is brave, considering she is a girl that always knows what she wants to wear).
I had a much better day. I took the boys to school and then went to yoga, braved the shopping crowd and bought groceries. Day 3 is brutal and now it's over and I only feel better from here. 2 chemos down, 10 to go.
Now I'm sitting in the living room with my honey, trying to keep the computer cable plugged into the wall and generally enjoying the peace and quiet. All the little rockers have gone to sleep.
Glad you're feeling better! Rock on!
Posted by: Lilo | December 19, 2009 at 07:21 AM