downstaffed

The little-est one :) Sethie has had a runny nose, tiny, weak cough..and has been a little extra fussy. Lastnight, I called out to be here with him and Jay...just because I work 35 minutes away and I just couldn't be that far away you know. Today he is better (of course after some loving on today and cuddle time after bathtime)...but work called and told me that, according to our census of patients, I could be downstaffed. (meaning, not go in :)) So, I took it. And, here I sit. Sethie is asleep, Parker is at his grandmas, Jay is shopping for something for the movie room...and...I'm in my own recliner. I would be knitting right now but one of my needles clankedy clanked all the way down in the chair somewhere and I couldn't dig it out. Taco bell was dinner tonight. It's already feeling toxic. College basketball is on the tv and I have on my doggie-print flannel pj pants and a tshirt. And, life is good. I ordered a heat wrap thingee last week off of etsy- it's like a little pillow thing with deer corn in it. You zap it in the microwave for 2 and a half minutes and wham-o...it's cozy,cuddly, and warm for at LEAST 30 minutes! I'm thinking of making some. :)
 We did our taxes today and we are getting a little bit of salad back :) * I may be almost 27 but I still know a few slang terms, like SALAD :) Anyways, Jay and I are going to split the money and spend however we want :) I am going to invest in a good sewing machine with mine. I have so many fun ideas and just want to start sewing fun things to sell after the boys are asleep in the evenings. I think it'll be fun. :) Washington DC got like 30 inches of snow today and I must say that I'm jealous. However, I am looking forward to tulips peaking and buttercups peaking out from the hard ground. I'm ready to drop some dollars on some patio furniture and hanging baskets. And, I also want some wild colored terra cotta pots (2 per step) for the front steps. I'm such a geezer, I know.
Hope y'all are all well. I would love a few comments from my loyal readers. I'm not sure anyone is reading this nonsense!!
Happy hugs,
Kimmie

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