I’m trying very hard to think of something to write about. But it’s been a long week, lots of plague. I’m still wiped, and my head is empty, and foggy.
I even tried to get Chloe to contribute to tonight’s entry. I enthusiastically suggested that we write a funny poem together. But when I asked her to think of a topic, she started to freak out from the pressure. I magnanimously reassured her that this was supposed to be fun, and we didn’t have to do it. She ran out of the room, crazy with relief.
I, on the other hand, had to refrain from letting out a very loud, disappointed sigh. I mean, really. What are one’s offspring for, if not to provide content for one’s blog? I haven’t trained her well at all. Next time, I’ll have to offer her some money.
So here I am, writing about nothing of consequence. Sophie is feeling a lot better. It’s amazing how resilient children are. 24 hours, and as good as new. My mom took the girls to see “Horton Hears a Who” today. They loved the cartoon, of course. Although not nearly as much as the candy they got to eat while watching it at 10:30 this morning. When I asked Sophie the name of the movie, she exclaimed, “M & Ms!”
As long as she’s happy.