Walking Backwards

I'm fighting off an upper-respiratory infection and haven't been really exciting lately. I've also dropped the ball a little on this holidalies thing. I hope that they can forgive me, but I think I am only going to have 25 postings for a month (not too shabby for me). I just feel like crap and Ny*Quil is making me feel even more like crap, because I'm still exhausted even after the cough suppressant part of it wears off. We have a party tonight and are leaving tomorrow for Houston, so I hope I can either get better or hold it together enough to make it through. I don't think I would be so badly off if I didn't have this burden of asthma to bring me down and make any illness I contract about thirty times worse (damn steroids lowering my immune system).

Being sick has also highlighted how messy my house gets in a single day. My hesitant gait throughout the day let Nicholas get a little too far ahead of me and the place is trashed. First, he decided it was time for inventory of the playroom and emptied all of the shelves and the drawers and turned out all the puzzles just to make sure there was nothing hiding with their boxes or in the wooden frames. He apparently decided that this task was too time consuming and left his pile of possessions in the middle of the floor. Second, he found the superball we had hidden (for obvious reasons) and started to bounce it around the house knocking over picture frames and really pissing off the cat. Then, to try to distract my whirling dervish, I set up one of his Christmas gifts: a lab to make your own candy. I know, it sounds stupid when I sit and think about it. There was gummy candy mix everywhere, including in my hair. That was a bad idea. I still haven't cleaned up from yesterday and now I have today to contend with. I normally don't have a hard time keeping the little guy in check, but give us any contingencies. . .