Sad baby

As I write this, the Kid is laying next to me in my bed, wrapped in her gigantic fringey blanket with the hot air balloons on it. She's been coughing for three hours, and no amount of cough syrup will quiet her hacking.

I wish I had some Airborne in the house. I just couldn't leave her in her room all by her tiny, hacking, diseased self.

My bedroom is in a sad state of disarray. Due to the Kid's recent head injuries (she seems to be falling a lot lately, and went winging out of a shopping cart at Target last night) I decided to push my bed against a wall. I also had an inspired closet-cleaning weekend, which ended in me heading to the store determined to buy a new dresser, and not coming home with one. In disgust, I blatantly refused (to myself, that is) to move all the clothes I had moved out of the closet. All I need now is a U2 poster, and this is my bedroom, circa 1984. I love you, Bono!!!

Where the hell is an Ikea when you need one.

And my second question, which just occurred to me, is why the heck am I spending money every month on Flinstone vitamins with Immunity Support? What sort of support am I getting, here??

Gah.

I'm off to bed with a pair of small feet in my back.