Last Thursday night Big Whompers started coughing. And today, I am sweating. This would not be unususal, we are hot people and I am frequently sweating. But it is ~10 degrees outside, so I turned the furnace down to 64 since I am cheap like that. And still, I am sweating. Combined with my throbbing tonsils, I think it is safe to say that Big Whompers has passed on the sick. Grr.
In other news, after having long talks with Ehemann about how insane we are to do this "splitting the workday, I am always on call I haven't been alone in years" type of arrangement, we discussed modifications to make things seem a bit less chaotic. One of those included refraining from any more crafty projects for awhile. Less than a week later we started on the tent.
We are making a tent for Big Whompers bed. Since it is half of a bunk bed it has convenient holes in the posts where you can insert fiberglass tent poles. Yards and yards of cheap (and of course, purple) fabric later, I have a tent that is just about ready to be sewn together. It is turning out really well, I will post some pictures when it is finished. Big Whompers thinks it will keep bad dreams out. I just hope it makes her think her bed is a good place to spend the entire night.
I am off to eat pretend enchiladas (made from fleece tortillas and wooden food) and finish putting away laundry mountain.
Have a good night!