Germs

We went food shopping today and the lady who checked us out was clearly sick. She looked and sounded miserable. So she proceeded to run all my food through the scanner all the while coughing and sneezing all over my stuff. She took several breaks to blow her nose and then of course did not wash or sanitize her hands. I was dying.

So we unloaded the groceries and I was bringing the last few bags in and I found Brandon using his teeth to open his Lunchable that I promised him he could have for lunch. I wonder how much old lady snot was on that one? *sigh*

If your that sick, Please stay home.

WHY?

We have moved into the "Whys" at our house. "Why Mommy?, Why? Why Momma, Why, Why Why?" I can't begin to tell you about the thousands of endless questions I have been bombarded with over the past 2 weeks or so. At first I thought to myself that maybe it wasn't really the "why" stage just him being more inquisitive, but then it never stopped.

I would say we are officially in a phase. I get so tired of answering them all day long that I find myself counting the hours to nap-time or bedtime, "Isn't that horrible?" I mean seriously, my brain hurts.

I remember when I was first a WAHM, Bill would come home from work and all I would want to do is talk. Talk about my day, talk about the baby, just talk with an adult, and he was like "Shut up already!" Now I really don't want to talk at all, I'm all out of words by the time he gets home and I hope that Brandon turns his "Whys" to him, (Sorry hon!).