A massive storm front has parked itself over our area of the country, and water seems to be entering my house in not one but two spots. The back door is leaking (no idea why, but our hardwood floors aren't as fond of water as one might think) and a piece of siding on the roof overhang blew loose in one of the nastier bouts of wind. (Update: siding guys came and fixed it in five minutes. Said it should dry out fine. Huzzah!)
But then I realized I need to get all Bing Crosby on this situation and count my blessings. I am blessed. I have a roof (albeit a possibly leaky one) over my head. I have a floor (albeit a possibly buckled one) under my feet.
I am blessed.
And do you know what I like to do with blessings? Pass them on. So I'm giving away a copy of Delirium by Lauren Oliver. Loved this book. It was such a simple premise: What would you do if society classified love as a disease...and you realized you'd caught it? I can't wait for the sequel.
Rules for the Giveaway:
1. Be a follower.
2. Tell someone about it. You can blog it, twitter it, Facebook it, tell a friend, release a homing pigeon. I don't care.
Or it might be triple. Because I think that cleaning up someone else's bile (even if it is your own child's) should count for at least one extra Bleh.
So the malingering illness of ick finally (finally!) seems to have worked its way out of my body. By yesterday afternoon (for those keeping count, i.e. me and Hubbykins, that was a full week), my fever was down to a respectable 99.2. I thought I was finally in the clear as neither Hubbykins nor the Pea had caught it. Huzzah!
The Pea wanted to cuddle all morning yesterday, very unusual for my drive-by snuggler. And then he kept demanding Mommy Hugs. "No! Stand-up Mommy Hugs!" While I was happy to oblige, I realized he felt warm. Then after his nap, he felt downright hot. Then his lunch decided it had resided in his tummy long enough. Ahh, poop-on-a-stick.
All this to say...either tomorrow or Monday. There shall be a giveaway. And it will be appropriate.
Some vile bug has taken over my body. It's one of those two-steps-forward-one-step-back viruses that I keep thinking, "Hey! I shook it!" Then, two hours later, I'm curled up on the couch again, with aches and chills. Sleep seems to be the only thing that quells it. I slept 11 hours last night. And, thankfully, the Pea's been a good napper/play-by-himselfer the last couple days. I'm just hoping Hubbykins doesn't get it. It takes him three times as long to recover from illness.
(But I'm going to have another Cheapskate Giveaway Monday...yee! And the book's been tucked safely away from the plague this whole time.)
Aunt Sara has left. It is a sad, sad day in the Akins household. I'm pretty much going to have to grit my teeth when I go to pick the Pea up from Kids' Day Out, and answer truthfully when he asks, "Where's Aunt Sara?"
On a happy note, my friend Kristin is hosting a fun giveaway/contest/choose your own adventure of awesomeness over on her blog.