My life this week has been one long rerun.
My daughter has been sick for 4 days. Every single day I think the next day will be the day we will finally get a new episode: health. I'm desperate for some original programming around here. This rerun jag we're on is getting old, old, old!
Not only does my small feel miserable (tonsillitis), but I'm not sleeping. Small in bed + necessary ibuprofen doses = one tired Mommy.
Late last night I finally decided to call a spade a spade and accept my lack of sleep. I headed downstairs for a little TV.
Why is it, that now, in my fourth decade on this planet, I'm just realizing that it's true -- if you wear a red shirt on Star Trek you're guaranteed to not have a re-curring role.
Middle-aged IQ test?