After taking care of Zach and
catya last week, I woke up this morning feeling an upset stomach, general malaise, and just plain BLEAH. Called in sick, flopped on the couch, watched a movie, and then slept.
For something like 5 hours.
Zach just came in and asked how I was feeling, he asked what I had eaten for the day (very very little), and offered to go make me chicken noodle soup. "ohh. yes, thank you. that would be wonderful." - and I hear him puttering in the kitchen now.
That kid. I think I'll keep him.
For something like 5 hours.
Zach just came in and asked how I was feeling, he asked what I had eaten for the day (very very little), and offered to go make me chicken noodle soup. "ohh. yes, thank you. that would be wonderful." - and I hear him puttering in the kitchen now.
That kid. I think I'll keep him.