Some days...

On the bright side, the child is coughing less and less and looking better and better. On the other hand, I think our TV is about to explode from overuse - at this point, I think I'm living at the Tipton hotel with Zack and Cody.  Or maybe I'm on tour with Hannah Montana?  Either way I think I should be allowed to order room service...  I'm certain I will be well within my rights when I drop the bombshell that tonight is Emmy night and this time Mommy gets a turn with the remote.

The Yankees seem to be playing their last game at Yankee Stadium.  Should I be sad that I'm a New Yorker born and bred and I've never even been there? Or should I just be glad it's not Shea Stadium...  oh wait, they're tearing that one down too.

The real question seems to be whether or not pneumonia girl goes to school tomorrow...  She wants to - I mean REALLY wants to.  But she would have to sit out recess with a book and can I really trust her to do that?  I doubt it. And as much as I like to hover, they don't actually allow the helicopter moms to hang around the school all day just listening to hear their child cough.  I guess we'll see how she is in the morning.  And both of us will be crossing our fingers!