Viv woke up sounding like Brenda Vaccaro.
No, she wasn’t telling me about the attributes of Tampax, but a throaty voice that would make Ashton Kutcher turn around to see if his estranged wife was in the room. Took her to the doctor, no strep. Decided she needed a strawberry shake as salve. When we got home I sat down and fell asleep for 90 minutes. Not normal that I fall asleep like that in the afternoon. I wake up to Rex vomiting. At one point Rex climbed up to the toilet seat. He can get his entire body on the seat. I tried to move him back to the bed.
“No, mommy.” I know, kid sometimes you just feel the need to be near the toilet. I sat next to him and he started to snore. I waited a few minutes till he was deeper asleep and then I moved him. So, glad he stayed asleep.
While I lay next to him hearing him snore like a middle aged man, I read “Below Stairs”. A memoir of a British maid that inspired Downton Abbey and Upstairs, Downstairs. Spoiler alert, in real life they don’t like their bosses like they do in Downton Abbey. Good read.
Viv is back at school today. Rex is all better, but keeping him home. I really don’t know how full time working parents do this without full time help. A servent in jolly old England, forget it. No wonder Edith turned to the streets. Since I’m under employed right now I can lay next to my baby and rub his back all day if needed. Course at some point I need to bring some money in here.
Maybe I could sell tampons?