Hack, hack, wheeze, pull-eeez

So Friday was my last day of work. Tomorrow will be my return to stay-at-home-momedness! This could be good.

To celebrate the freakin' virus that p-man had for like 3 weeks took hold of both me and the kidlet. In a word FRACK!!! Kid recovered in a couple days. Me I am goin' into day 6 and am thoroughly pissed. I only booked myself 1 week of solo child time and this is how I am going to spend it? 300lbs, no cleaning power and hacking all night? And, did I mention that it is 50 million degrees outside? Further, I am suffering a secondary hyperbole infection!!!

So, bring it on reality! More stress. I can take it. Silver linings so far unfurled:
1. Determination that ex utero child will continue to sleep when others move about the house leaking and wailing at 1, 3, 5 and 7 am, good news
2. Response time on the maternity call group to be rated good to excellent
3. Quality of foods prepared by p-man under kitchen strike conditions Satisfactory ++ (god bless bbq season)
4. Husband 'pulling himself up by fabled bootstraps' to 'just do it' partial differential equation, ∂w ∂x + y = y (x, λ) -- worth knowing
5. Complete railroading of herculean nesting instincts of the mater in question, definitely for the best at this point

Now pardon me ... my airway is nearly completely constricted, AGAIN. Bless 'em for the green light on the cough syrup after all.

ps... all those great plans to catch up on my blog commenting are a bit askew at this point, forgive me friends... hopefully I'll have a lovely baby photo to make up for it soooooon.