I've decided that me working....is a danger to Lilly's health. I've tried explaining this to Scott, however the conversation ends like this. EVERY TIME. dern it.
Me: "Me teaching involves me being around a host of germs. My immune system can fight them off. The snotty boogers walk in my room everyday. They touch everything. The kiddos have super-mutated-fourth-grader-germs that are immune to the Lysol "crop dusts" that I do!! They are attacking our little lilly lou!!! and sick baby=no fun for anyone. Don't you love your daughter?? For the sake of everything holy, I MUST QUIT MY JOB!" Woah.
S: "You're right. {You're always right Laura.} You can stay home. We just won't eat. Or have a house. say bye bye to your internet.and hot water. maybe Sallie Mae will let use live with her? We know her REAL well. "
Pshhhh...who needs food??
Lilly has cold number two. TWO COLDS IN FOUR WEEKS! ARGH! She's paaaathetic. She coughs. Proceeds to sneeze. Snot bubbles blow out of her nose. They drain down to her mouth. She licks them ( sick, Lilly). and this goes on and on. We've gotten to the point where the mere sight of this:
Instrument o' Meanness
results in this:
"noooooo, mommmeeeeee dooooonnnnnnnn'tt do it!!"
Poor gal....poor mommy....evil cold!!
