year winter has been rough sickness wise. I mean really it is like a nasty chain reaction around here. Wee One and I seem to be always the most affected and the longest lasting. Yuck.
This week started with Wee One, Hubby, and me wrapping up the sicky train.
Most of you might know when Little Man is sick, this happens-
he is in our bed, yup that is where he sleeps
sorry for the lame picture, I was NOT about to wake him up with my flash
When Wee One gets sick, he is well how do I say this nicely...a little more demanding and umm spoiled. Which means that I end up getting no sleep, lots of stress, and one of these babies-
see the cold sore...yeah I am pretty sure I have been getting these every 3 weeks
thanks Little Man
oh and I guess stress also makes me where no make-up and look like I have gone
through the ringer
With everyone getting over being sick, of course I had mountains of this to get done-
clothes, blankies, bedding, more clothes
Then everyone was recovered and life seemed all dandy and back to normal. Unfortunately no one told our garage door opener. Friday hubby left for work and the garage door opener decided to make some pretty terrifying noise and then just die. Which meant that for now we had to manually lift up the door...I mean I know people used to do it all the time, but has anyone done it recently. That sucker is HEAVY.
After one time opening it, I immediately morphed into a 1950's housewife and demand that my big strong manly hubby open the door every time I needed it. Including when I came home from a Girls' Night Just Dance Party at 11:00 at night. Hehehe.
PS that game is AWESOME.
Okay back to the garage door.
We were really worried that this was not going to be something we could fix, therefore pricey and inconvenient. I had a friend a couple of years ago do research on fixing a garage door and she found over and over that most people strongly recommended that it should not be attempted on one's own. Something about springs snapping and ripping off limbs.
So I was a little worried when hubby said he thought it might be fixable by him since it didn't have to do with any of the springs. I kind of like hubby with his arms.
So hubby spent the day taking apart the opener, assessing the sitch, getting parts, and putting it all back together-
hubby saving us tons of money by being all Mr. Fix-it
Hubby aka Super Fix-it guy fixed our garage door. Woohoo. Garage door 0, Hubby 1. That's right we won. I am back to lazily pressing a button in my car to get the door to open. Thank Heavens.
I am not going to lie, it was a stressful week. I may or may not have eaten my feelings a lot this week. I may or may not have eaten my Valentine's Day decorations.
Oldest Little Man finally noticed the depleting candy levels and said ,"Hey I thought we weren't supposed to eat these!" Head hung in shame I said, "No, no we weren't".
Here's is to a healthy and much more relaxing week. Well as relaxing as the Three Little
Monsters Men will allow it to be.