It's raining like mad here. The droplets are hammering the roof like a marching band's drum section. Definitely not a good day to hang laundered clothes or wash the car (unless that's what you like to do and if so, enjoy).
The baby is getting worse with her coughing and congestion. Last night she felt a bit clammy and her little tummy felt warm. Damn. Tylenol and liquid pumping time. Probably give her chicken noodle soup, too. All that plus the Wiggles and Dora will make her feel better.
Geo is working today. He has been since three o'clock this morning. I don't envy him. It's right miserable outside and he drives an eighteen-wheeler.
I think I'll have some hot coffee waiting for him. And waffles.
Yeah, I know. I'm just a domestic friggin goddess.
Eat your heart out, June Cleaver.