My world had been a mess this week. Griffin has been a pitiful puny wreck and I haven't brushed my hair in two days. Let me tell you something else, when you have two kids and one is sick and the other is going through separation anxiety, it is not fun. There is one upset child at all times. I can't have Koen perched on my hip as I rub Griffin's back as he's worshipping the porcelain god. That just seems wrong. So, Koen has been stuck and spent extended amounts of time in his Jumaproo in the hallway outside the bathroom door, screaming baby obscenities at the top of his lungs as Griffin weeps and moans. It's been awesome.
Only one thing has made this week barerable and that is the Boomerang Network. Are you familiar with Boomerang? Oh...it's just a little piece of Seventies Heaven right here on earth.
They play a constant stream of cartoons from when I was a kid. Stuff like...
So, I was planning on pontificating about the nostalgia of watching my favourite cartoons with my kid right about now. I even thought about doing a social commentary on how anti-feminist the Flintstones are but, guess who came down the tummy bug? That's right-little ol' me.
Thank God I typed up this post last night before it hit me.
I'm off to eat crushed ice and listen to my baby yell obscenities at me while I'm holed up in the bathroom.