My only wanting to be in bed last night turned out to be the onset of being so, so sick.

That brings the so, so sad face into play.

I am such a pansy when it comes to being sick. I want soup and hugs and lots of hot drinks brought to me in bed.

Only, when one is a single parent, that’s not really how it works out. It ends up being like any other day, in which the child still needs looking after and one still has to go to work. The house doesn’t magically become picked up and the animals don’t feed themselves. The very worst part though, is that you have to go to the store to get your own damn soup and hot chocolate.

The Starbucks inside of Safeway was pretty much the best idea anyone ever had.

All I really want to do right now is finish the book I’m reading.

I will do better tomorrow.

The only kind of love note I’m getting is from a six year old, but holy shit, when I went to get in bed and saw this I got all melty inside.

It might even make up for him being a contrary little shithead who walked around the house all last night chanting “McCain! McCain!” and laughing like a maniac.

Maybe.

You should use yours, too.

Today was a Monday. Such a Monday.

It started with having to chase down the bus because we missed it (and having to deal with the bus at all because I got a bollocking about being late everyday. Which, to be fair, I have been late every single day since school started because I’ve been taking the kid to school). Then I had meetings for a solid eight hours after which was a fun filled impromptu visit to the shoe store because Duncan had only one wearable shoe left when I picked him up from his after school class. The last day of class, the one where the kids put on a play that I missed because so. many. fucking. meetings. Then there was a trip to Walgreen’s because the Boy and I are both sick… and it’s possible that my affinity for NyQuil is slightly unhealthy. There was dinner and homework in there somewhere, as well as bath and bed time enforcement. A conversation about the merits of fucking and/or fighting as tension relief and a kitchen that is much cleaner as a result of my angstiness.

Now? I just want to sleep.

This morning we got up and over breakfast decided that we would drive to Mt. Rainier today.

The idea was that we would enjoy all the great fall colors on the drive and explore a place that I’ve never been.

Which is pretty ridiculous. I’ve grown up in a place where I can see The Mountain from my window, but I’ve never actually gone to see it up close and personal like.

It turned out that we never got to actually see the mountain at all, even though we were a quarter of the way up it. The view today was probably better from our living room.

We did some hiking in the rain, saw trees that looked like they were on fire and some wildlife.

When we got to Paradise we went in for a cup of lovely hot chocolate as it was just starting to snow. We came out, twenty minutes later and there was a good three inches on the ground. It was sheer madness, and it thrilled us to bits.