Jarrod was home Sunday, but I only got out of the bed twice. Once for two hours for my brother's birthday party, and once for about 3 hours to eat dinner and do some laundry. Other than that I was lying in bed, feeling miserable. What a waste of an off-duty day.
Monday and Tuesday he was at the fire station AGAIN. I was still home sick Monday. The doctor gave me some new asthma medicine, which did the trick for sure, but I think it gave me more energy than any caffeinated drink ever has. Hands shaking, foot bouncing, I decided I had to do SOMETHING. So I did. In about 4 hours' time, I made a trip to Lowe's, the bank, and the car wash, painted the walls in my living room, painted the ceiling and the vents (who would put a black vent on a white ceiling?) Cleaned my nasty hardwood floors, and rearranged living room furniture. The house looked like a construction zone when Jarrod went to work Monday morning: drop cloths everywhere, walls unpainted, furniture in the middle of the room, tools scattered all around. Now, for the first time since we bought the house, the living room looks like a living room! I am so excited. I can't wait to sit in there and watch movies. Now it only needs a new mantle (which Jarrod's granddad is building us) and a few new baseboards. And, of course, we need to move in the rest of the furniture and do a little decorating. Jarrod doesn't know I did any of this. Can't wait to see his face when he gets home.
Anyone who has seen my house recently knows what a huge improvement this is. Ignore the kitchen. It's got a long way to go.
Nighttime in our house usually consists of running around outside with Clara for a while, since it is nice and cool. This was not possible Monday night since I was still wheezing and feverish, and Clara did not understand. I took her outside and sat in a chair, but she did not run and play like she usually does. She just sat down in front of my chair and whined. I finally persuaded her to go play and seconds later found myself punishing her for chewing on the sprinkler. That was when genius struck. Seriously, this is one of the best things that has happened to me since Clara came home. I found a way to occupy her which does not involve me running laps around the fence or squeaking a toy endlessly. I simply connected the sprinkler to the hose, turned it on, and went inside. She played by HERSELF for over an hour. Huge milestone for us. She also did not wake me up once that night, also a first. (I still woke her up twice though. She was in my bed and I didn't want to wake up in a puddle.)