This has been the scene around here for most of the week. Two sicks boys, lots of T.V. watching. I am pretty sure Mikey coughed every last germ out of his body between the hours of 2:00am and 6:00am yesterday morning. Coughed them on to me, that is, since I was trying to snuggle him back to sleep. A complete failure, by the way. Viral pathogenesis, on the other hand, was a smashing success. I spent the better part of last night convinced I had a brown rice cracker shard lodged in my throat. Alas, there is no cracker, just a common cold.� It could be worse.� I could have a man-cold.
I feel a bit like this guy, the only primrose I have ever met with entitlement issues. We live in a desert-like environment. Not actually the desert, but certainly not coastal, either. Consequently, most of our home and garden shops feature drought resistant, sun-loving plants. Our home, on the other hand, sits beneath two sky-scraping trees that cast enough shade year round to make it seem like winter in Sweden. Everything we bring home promptly dies a sun-starved death, so most of our beds are barren because of this. Two beds flank our side entrance, the one everyone uses to enter the house. Tired of greeting guests with dirt, no matter how loamy, we went to Home Depot just before Christmas and appraised them of the situation. The only plant they could recommend, and halfheartedly at that, was a primrose. We bought a few as a test run and, for the most part, everyone seems to be getting along except for this guy. His fellow bed mates can go a week without watering, but this primo donno is all “up in leaves” if I so much as let 24 hours pass without paying him attention. If this primrose was a person he would be Jon Gosselin.
Two hours and two cups of water later. I rest my case.
First off, those are great curtains. Second, your boys are adorable. Third, primroses are the ONLY plant that I have yet to kill. Seriously, I even managed to kill a cactus by accident. (I left it in the rain). I love primroses for that reason.
Those poor boys. At my house we had that awful cough for 3 weeks. I didn’t think it was ever going to end. I sure hope your boys do not have the same virus we had.
Blessings to you,
Heidi
Comparing Jon Gosselin to a plant was uncalled for.
How could you insult the poor, poor Primrose like that? Have you no shame?
poor babies!
Your boys are soo adorable and i love those flowers! SO happy to meet you on BYW e-course! Have a lovely merry happy weekend! Love to you!
Swoon! Love those curtains!
And the Jon Gosselin comparison cracked me up. Thanks for the giggle.
Those boys look so snuggly it makes me want to be right in the middle of them. Even if it does mean getting a cold. That looks worth it!
That John Gosselin comparison is going to have me laughing all day! Maybe if you got it an Ed Hardy t-shirt it would be happier.
I’m coming out of lurkdom to ask where you got the extremely cool planters that show up behind the sofa?
I hope everyone feels better soon!
Sarah,
I wish they were planters! They are vases from IKEA. Here is the link. The opening is HUGE which means only the biggest of arrangements can go in there. As it is, the poinsettias I have in there are too small, but I had to find and excuse to bring those vases out of the closet. That, and anything is better than the little plastic tube and foil the plants came with.
You know, I bet with some duct tape and a slow moving drill I could probably cut some holes in the bottom of these vases and turn them into pots. Hmmm.
the sick couch! even as an adult I still promptly take to the couch when I am sick, totally through my roommate off guard when I insisted on sleeping there. hope the little boys will be feeling better soon!