Well, the dreaded cough has made it to our home. Thankfully, no fevers or stomach bugs. Knock on wood. But we have the snot noses and the cough. Isabelle has a strong gag reflex. So, what does she do? Cough, puke. Cough, puke. Give her cough medicine and she pukes again. How many times should you give a kid cough medicine? I give up after two usually.
I enjoyed a "down day" today. No running around, unless you count the library. Tomorrow should be fairly calm also. We have a reading-intense week and that seems to help the calmness somehow. During science experiment weeks, it get a bit crazy.
Friday night the fun and craziness of the Christmas season really begins. Double birthday parties. Saturday is the Christmas Tea at church. Please no speaker this year. Please. The content of the last ones was inappropriate. Enough said. Not that I dislike the speakers themselves, but it was just not well-planned at all. I will have to run out on this one if someone gets up to talk!! Besides, the next Lowe's workshop is at the same time. It's my back-up plan.
So, anyway, after the tea, Fred will be rushing off to poker. Yes, we are Baptist and my husband plays poker. He's actually quite good, and won a tourney once. :-) You can blame my brother-in-law for getting the family into that! (And you know I'm just jealous because I can't play worth a lick.)
Saturday night ladies Christmas party and Sunday brings us back to church. Church. I really like the book we're doing in Sunday School. It's called In His Presents (play on words, I'm not misspelling anything, Sherrill!) The last chapter was about personality types. It doesn't get too detailed, and maybe it's methods are a bit vague and out-of-date compared to the Meyers Briggs and others, but it's still good food for thought. Fred and I (well me, really, who am I kidding) decided that he is a Peaceful Phlegmatic and I'm a weird mix between Choleric and Melancholy. Would you agree? He laughed outright when the SS teacher said something about Melancholies arranging their closets according to color. But, hey, it makes sense! I know I need a black shirt to wear, so I don't have to spend an hour looking. Of course, they are also arranged according to type. My husband's closet... sheesh... he loses pants and finds them two years later.
Okay, so this was going to be a short post and I got to the rambling again. Talkative...another characteristic of cholerics. What can I say? A lot apparently.