Sticks and Stones

Today after I took a couple of Advil to bring my fever down, I had a dream that Tony had me put on a ventilator so I would stop and rest for a couple of days. It wasn't a bad dream...as Freud would suggest...perhaps just an unconscious desire.
This comes on the heels of Gracie suffering through a bout of croup and five days of fever until in my desperation, I reached for a bottle of antibiotic which cured her almost immediately. Bella was somewhat disappointed as the barking was further confirmation that Gracie really was part of the canine species. However, after 24 hours of relative peace, I began to bark.
Yes I know that adults don't get croup, and that our trachea matures as we age so that we no longer bark. However, as we have covered my immaturity in previous posts, just accept that I bark when I get a cold.
The six yards of bark chips and another six yards of pea gravel that we ordered to be dumped on our front lawn last week has not improved the mood much. I did manage to move the bark before I began to bark but much of the stone remains as I am too stoned on Advil Cold and Sinus to find my wheelbarrow.
Tony has been working like a crazy man, so when the girls get an evening with him, the poor guy gets smothered in a sea of estrogen. That gives me the break I need to clean the house, cook the meals and other such entertaining ventures.
My contractor continues to work on the wetroom...six weeks into the one week project. It is shaping up to be quite stunning and I am hopeful that he will wrap it up in the next week so that we can reclaim our house. This project has been beyond dirty and I think that I am finally cured of my renovation hobby. Yeah right they say.