Hey Jakey,

There's just something about big, bloated historical miniseries that capture my attention when I'm PG. When I was PG with you, I Tivo'd "Caesar" starring the poorly cast Jeremy Sisto (yummy nonetheless...), and this go-round, the docu-drama of choice seems to be the vastly superior "Elizabeth I" on HBO, starring the talented Dame Helen Mirren. I watched it straight through, TWICE, today.

Ah, yes. Lying about on the couch. What I meant NOT to do this weekend, but wound up doing the ENTIRE weekend.

I was so sick to my stomach this weekend that I could barely get out of bed, much less tackle the over-enthusiastic to-do list that I had compiled.

We've got the SLP and her minion coming over on Tuesday (more about this at a later date), and the house is a mess. God help (me and/or them) if one of them asks to use the restroom while they are here. And I hope they don't want to sit on the floor. I'm thinking of telling them right at the door that a) the water to our house has been turned off for repairs and b) "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND THE BABY JESUS, DON'T SIT ON THE FLOOR!!!"

So... I was going to clean this weekend. Clean the bathrooms and the floors at the very least, more if there was time. Didn't happen. I managed to do my laundry. All day Saturday to SORT my laundry. And all day Sunday to actually wash it and dry it and put it away. MY laundry, mind you. Your daddy does his own laundry, and yours. I do mine. Just mine.

Beyond that, I did nothing. Well, that's a lie. It took every ounce of energy I had to get dressed at 6pm Sunday, and take a walk with you to the park. If nothing else, I at least got you out of the house for about 45 minutes. Granted, it was raining a bit, and you were pissed off when I hurried you thru your routine at the park, but we got the hell off the couch for just a little bit, eh?

Sick. Tired. So sick and tired. I don't think I'm going to survive this. I'm living on string cheese, pretzels and otter pops. Most anything else makes my head swim and activates my gag reflex. Ditto any smell that is the least bit out of place. The neighbors must think we're clubbing baby seals over here, what with all the YAK ARK YAWP AUGH HUH. HUH. HUH. HUH. HUH.

Okay. Love you, sleep tight.