time: 7:15 p.m. on thursday evening
feeling: frustrated that coleman just broke his fireman hat (that he loves) because he was acting psycho and hitting it with a plastic bat. and that i didn't have the umph to stop him.
listening: coleman singing "the itsy bitsy spider"
wondering: how he can rationalize that he can't take his medicine while he's pooping, yet he manages to play baseball while pooping???
hoping: that he does OK at daycare tomorrow. pretty sure he's feeling well and will be fine, but there's always that fear.
wishing: tomorrow's weather was forecasted to be better than it is.
eating: nothing. ate a spaghetti taco for supper though.
drinking: a glass of wine. white zin. which i don't normally drink. but the bottle was open and it's light. and i'm pretty sure a dry wine would wreak havoc on my recently-healed sinuses.
waiting: for coleman's bedtime. don't judge, i've been stuck inside with my little munchkin for 2 1/2 days. no help. no break. no daylight. if i want bedtime, i think i'm justified.
planning: for a busy day tomorrow. mentally preparing.
laughing: because i thought i could do this post spontaneously. coleman had other ideas...the post had to wait until after bedtime, but we had this awesome webcam photo shoot, so it's all good...