Thankfulness and NyQuil

Today I was driving the kids to school and we got on the subject of being Thankful. In true Turkey day spirit (a little early but whatever, I'm still in the spirit). I asked them what they were thankful for.

Colin's response:
"You Mommy." Aw thanks buddy...you kiss up good. Santa's gonna be real good to you...no worries ;)

Kelsey:
"Chocolate Milk."

Seriously? Chocolate milk? Yes. Seriously. Chocolate milk. I paused...waiting for her to add to her list. Nope she didn't add...but she DID elaborate. Daddy says Chocolate milk comes from chocolate cows. That's the kind she likes. Not the syrup that you squeeze from the bottle. That's not the same. Honey, daddy's pulling your leg...you know there are no chocolate cows right? Well there's brown cows so I can call them chocolate cows if I want to. Well Alrighty then.

Yesterday both kids were home sick from school, I was going out of my ever lovin mind (Note to self next time kids get sick: Benedryl Snowcones all around!) by the time Rob got home at 4...bless his heart he wasn't feeling well either and just wanted to relax, but would I have any of that? Of course not...what do you take me for? Nice? I made him watch the kids while I escaped. I went grocery shopping. Listen I'd gladly have traded and let him go grocery shopping, but we can't all subsist on chung chung noodles and beer. Or can we?

I got home 3 hours later (I had 3 stores to go to and stock up). He downed some NyQuil right from the bottle,and off he went to bed...
Did I ever tell you? Rob doesn't handle NyQuil very well. It gives him freaky dreams. Some of this may be my fault~ You see, right after we got engaged, Rob got sick (no Scott, it WASN'T my cooking). He was staying over at my place and he was in no condition to drive (otherwise I'd never have dreamed of letting him stay Dad!). I gave him some NyQuil and he conked out (under my new comforter- this is very important). About 2 or 3 AM all the rustling from the new comforter tag was really, REALLY getting on my nerves, so I went to the kitchen to get some scissors. The tag was somehow up by Rob's head and not at the end of the bed. Well this poor, bleary eyed man, with a 102 fever, looks up and in the light of the moon sees his fiance storming towards him with scissors. Until that very moment I had never seen a person move so fast! Like a freaking jackrabbit he was up and across the room, back to the wall!
So yeah, I take some responsibility for the NyQuil Nightmares. And every once in awhile when he is sick, I like to bring out the scissors and creep towards the bed.....


I'm Kidding y'all...