We have been struggling with colds for the past couple of weeks and finally I decided that I needed to go to the doctor. (When the goop turns green you know it's time) Anyway, after all the suffering, I found out I had strep and that what I thought was canker sores were in fact blisters from the strep. I know, too much info. The good that came out of this is that I also talked to the doctor about my vertigo that I've had for about 7 months now (some months worse than others) and she prescribed me a strong steroid (hope I don't grow a mustache) for it. I am so hopeful that it helps. For all of you that can roll over in bed without the room spinning--please don't take it for granted. I have to sit up and then turn and then lay down again--slowly. And all this started with the last cold/ear infection/sinus infection. What ever happened to a normal cold. I have a new compassion for people with health problems even if they are ones that aren't always visible. There are things in life that can stop you in your tracks and become a very humbling factor in life.
P asked this morning if she could live with me forever.
Me- "Of course you can."
P- "But what about when I get married?"
Me- "You can still live with me if you WANT." (Knowing that she won't WANT to)
P- "But don't I HAVE to go somewhere else?"
Me- "Not if you don't want to."
Then she just curled up to me and looked sad. Never wanting to leave. It was a tender moment and one that I need to document for proof that at one point in her life she wanted to always be with me. I'll make sure to remind her when she is so mad at me and slamming her door in my face (this might actually occur this next week :)
I have vowed to exercise 5 days a week until we go to South Carolina in April. I was hoping that playing bowling, boxing, and tennis on the Wii would suffice but I think I need to take it up a notch and my neighbor downstair might appreciate me not jumping around on her ceiling all the time. Apartment living at it finest.
I went to L's class to be a 'Reader' on Friday. He loved having me there and P thought it was fun to go to school and can't wait until Kindergarten. A girl in L's class told him that she loved him and he said it made his stomach flip-flop. She also blew him a kiss (twice). He said it was the first time he was kissed by a girl. I won't tell him that it's not a real kiss. I'll leave him in the dark for a few more years. Even though I kiss him all the time he said that I didn't count as a girl. Aren't they too young for this.