Moody Friday

I didn't think it was possibe, but I have yet another cold. Today I'm struggling to talk. I actually feel slightly better than I sound. In one of my classrooms every other student was coming up for a tissue. I heard coughing, sneezing and nose blowing. There's sickness all around.

I was going to go downtown to art openings. With the way that I feel...I opted to stay home.

The boys wanted to play a Valentine match game Mica got from school. Mica got it all set up, while Isaak was in the bathtub. They started to play and Isaak got a few matches. Mica got up and said, "I'm not playing!" I said in my little to no voice, "Why?" He said, "Isaak's cheating. He got a few matches!" I said, "Isaak was playing fair Mica. I was watching you both play. That's how you play the game!" Mica got up and said, "Well I'm not playing if he's going to get matches right away."

I said, "Mica you need to go to bed right now! You are not being a good game player." Mica stomped off to bed.

Isaak started crying hysterically because his, "bover" brother wouldn't play the game with him. I asked him to stop crying and his crying just got louder. I would have played the game with Isaak, but he wouldn't stop crying. Isaak went to bed to.

My voice is going. I couldn't exactly have an in depth conversation with Mica, while Isaak was throwing a fit. I called Mica back out of his room and asked him to pick his game up.

Mica will have a talk with Me tomorrow, or he'll talk to Daddy if I can't talk.