Well, it's 10 A.M and I'm sitting here listening to a 4 year old whine that she doesn't feel good. I kept her home from school today because she has a headful of snot. Nice visual, I know. Sleeping was a treat last night since she decided that the family bed was way more comfortable. I am supposed to be "working" from home. The reason the post is called Torture is because I keep thinking about all of the things I could accomplish if I didn't have to "work" today.
I believe I will be calling my MIL to see if she can watch the munchkin this afternoon. I must leave the house otherwise I won't accomplish the "work" that I get paid to do.