I feel like I am in a bubble, kind of floating around today, so here is my clever limerick about my situation, pardon the errors, I haven't written a limerick in a long time.
- This sickness makes me feel real funny,
I feel like the world is not sunny, -
- However it's clear,
- Through all of the drear,
- However it's clear,
- My nose is not stuffy, it's runny.
I think it is cute simple because the only thing I know for certain right now is that i am blowing my nose every three or four minutes to keep from looking like a sick 2 year old. It's nice though, my being sick means that I can't go to the pediatrician with the kids. They went a little while ago, and he said "I can't bring you with me, you are sick and can't be around other kids, being around mine is bad enough" So I have the big kid, and she gets on the bus for school in about 20 minutes. She has officially told me that she wants to be a messenger when she grows up. She says it means that she delivers packages really quickly. I think she wants to be a UPS driver, and I think that is kind of cool. She's really nice, and she already says "Mom, don't kill the messenger" when her mom yells at her for telling her that he dad said he wasn't coming in for dinner. I love it, she has such odd aspirations, so different from any other kid I know. Heck when I was five I wanted to be a Doctor/ballerina/mom/librarian. And that's only because I knew a doctor that did all but the librarian stuff.
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Drip, drip, drip; I hope you get well soon.
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