Okay.
I'm getting a little suspicious now. Though I usually play this game with my kids, I feel like I should be reveling in a game of I-Spy with myself. With only one subject to search out.
Ashton Kutcher.
Without question, he would have to be my focus. Hiding. Devising. Filming. No other could be behind this. There is no way on earth that I'm not his latest target for his hit MTV show Punk'd.
Oh wait. I'd have to be a celebrity for that, huh? Damn. Stop laughing. I'm not thinking clearly. You wouldn't be either. You have no clue what I've been through the past 10 days. You could be "in the know", if I would have been blogging. But I wasn't. So you don't know. So just stop laughing. It's that simple.
Anyway, I'm sitting here minding my own business when Molly appears in front of me. Molly. My three year old. The youngest. One of the healthy ones. Remember her. Well, she comes walking up to me, sporting a little grin, and says, "I don't feel good."
I'm not going to tell you what I said to her, because I'm already backlogged enough in my email and I don't need any extras telling me what a bad mother I am. In all actuality, I kinda dismissed her comment as an "attention" thing. I mean, really, I've been doting on her brothers for the past few days and she is wanting what recognition she feels is owed or due to her. That was easy enough to figure out.
And before anyone questions my "doting" on the boys ... let me just say, I thought Ashton's cameras were following me. Remember? Hello?
So ... for the past hour or so I didn't think anything of Miss Molly's comment until I strolled into the living room to take back control of the television remote. And I found ... this:
Yeah, I know, SO WHAT? A sleeping kid. But let me just enlighten you to the fact that this "sleeping kid" has not fallen into a state of slumber at 3 o'clock in the afternoon for two years.
Unless of course, SHE WAS SICK!!!!!!!!!!!
Is there even a small, remote possibility that I could catch a freakin' break on the "illness" thing? I mean ... I'd even settle for the illusion of good health.
Is that really asking for too much?