Not feeling good at all today. That's OK, Tink is in a good mood. Maybe too good of a mood. She is awfully independent today. Decided that today she would wear her WHITE seersucker babydoll top & shorts. And of course, nothing I said could change her mind. OK, I figure since she is rather easy child as opposed to difficult child today, I will have to just remind her to stay out of the mud and she will be fine. Well, she made it till 2PM, and then walked in streaked with it. My feeling was, "are you for real?" I asked her exactly what she just did. She smiled at me, knowing full well that she had done exactly what she was not supposed to. Not that dirty clothes are the worst things in the world, her clothes get dirty all the time. The point is, I have been SO sick that I have not been able to tend to my laundry myself, and have had to depend on my mom & dad to do it. The less dirty clothes, the better. And come on, WHITE? Could it BE more deliberate? Well I told her that she had to stay in for the rest of the day (which I figured would be a punishment to me as well as to her) but she adjusted well. She was making me get well pictures. Aww, how sweet. In between resting, I actually did my dishes and cleaned my kitchen floor. Then I went to take a shower. I gave her the rundown, exactly what she could and could not do while I was in the shower. Otherwise, I would come out to find her drinking the hershey's syrup and eating the Nutella by the spoonful. As I was showering, I reminisced, thinking about how when she was 3 to almost 4, I had to keep her in the bathroom while I took a shower. I finished washing my stinky body, and shut off the water. I heard clinking in the kitchen. "what are you doing?" I inquired. "making you a sandwich!" Ah jeez, I thought. I walk into the kitchen to find a cheese, mustard and ketchup sandwich. /forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/sick.gif "Mmmmm", I say. "But honey, didn't I tell you to say out of the kitchen? " For she did not use the sliced cheese that was already there, noooo, she took the chunk cheese and my brand new grater, and grated the cheese onto the sandwich. And all over the floor. That I JUST. FRICKEN. CLEANED. I ask her to please go get the broom. She gets the broom, and says "I'll do it!" and before I can stop her, she sweeps the cheese UNDER the table. Like, the heavy pedestal parts. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Even on the good days, I can't get a break from the GFGness! Edit, 45 min later: moved the table to clean the cheese (through gritted teeth) and put the delicious looking sandwich in a baggie to save for later. When I opened the fridge, I see that Tink did NOT shred the block cheese, she opened the Kraft sliced cheese and shredded a corner of THAT. And left it sitting out to get hard and nasty. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi... I put it all away, and start to make dinner. I promised spaghetti, so I was gonna make spaghetti, darn it. Even THAT can't be easy, because although I begged her 17,329 times NOT TO MAKE LEMONADE without my help, she evidently did that while I was in the shower too. Telltale sign: lemonade granules ALL OVER my clean stovetop. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!