Yes, my head is still stuffed with cotton. And now my voice is wobbling like an adolescent boy's. What do you bet that by the end of the week I won't have one at all? (A voice, I mean, not a boy...)
And what is on my plate today? Reading and analyzing an insurance policy. Always good when one's head is fuzzy. Oh well... those policies never make sense anyway.
On the mommy front, I scored big points last night. Caroline was restless at bedtime, worrying that she would have nightmares about the health teacher's photos of lungs of heavy smokers. (Now, I'm all for giving kids information about how bad smoking is...but I'm getting tired of the tuesday-night-post-health-teacher-visit anxiety.)
"Wait a minute," I said, and dashed into my studio and rustled around in the fabric stash for a bit. "Ah, here it is..." In Caroline's room, I produced an artfully wrapped cylinder of gauzy fabric, out of which protruded a small spray nozzle.
"This will make sure you don't have nightmares," I said.
"What is it?"
"Dream Freshener," I replied, spritzing some around Caroline's room and over her bed.
"Yep. It clears away the thoughts that cause nightmares and makes sure you sleep well."
"Where'd you get it?" Caroline asked, suspicious but wanting to believe.
"At the grocery store...you have to hunt for it, but it's right near the air fresheners."
Caroline looked skeptical, but as I bent to kiss her goodnight, she murmered, "One more spray of dream freshener over in that corner?"
I sprayed a last spritz toward her desk. And you know, Caroline was sound asleep in minutes, without a peep.
Are you listening, Glade folks?