I lay in bed all day dying from mastitis and viruses and all the germs.
Abe and my mom were heroes and did everything while I lay around doing nothing.
Abe and Mary did have an amusing argument at dinner, which I shall transcribe:
Abe: Mary, you are not in charge, I am charge!
Mary: Yes, but I am in charge of this argument! This is my food that we are arguing about so this is my argument and I am in charge of it!
Abe: Mary, it is not your food. It is my food. Who bought the food?
Mary: You did.
Abe: Who made the food?
Mary: You did. (Actually, most of the food was made by Chelsea, who generously made us dinner, but the food in question was soup microwaved by Abe.)
Abe: Who gave you the food?
Mary: You did.
Abe: It’s not your food, Mary. It’s my food, and I’m just trying to help you be healthy.
Mary: You’re just trying to be bossy.
Abe: No I’m trying to help you be healthy and if you don’t want dessert (pineapple–we are trying to eliminate sugar )that’s fine, you don’t have to eat your food. I’m not arguing with you anymore.
Mary: HUMPH!
Mary is the only person I know who actually, truly “humphs.” I had never heard a “humph” until I met five-year-old Mary. She accompanies her “humph” with a toss of her hair and an indignant lift of her chin. It’s astonishing.
It’s the eve of Lydia’s birthday. We have discovered that birthdays are hard on the sister not having a birthday. When Abe tried to get Mary to do her homework this afternoon, she screamed, “ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS LYDIA’S BIRTHDAY!!!” Sigh. Hopefully we all survive tomorrow.