Do over, please

Tuesday, November Somethingth

7:15 a.m. Ethan wakes up

7:20 a.m. Noah responds to Ethan's "whistling" ("hoo hoo!" shouted repeatedly) and gets up with him

10:58 a.m. I summon the inner strength to face life and stagger out of bed

11:00 a.m. The burning sensation in my chest and vicelike headache threaten my resolve

11:03 a.m. I get back into bed

11:06 a.m. Make and eat oatmeal while watching Ethan play outside in a diaper (it was SEVENTY DEGREES today, the day after the first frost that killed some of my plants)

11:37 a.m. Mom picks up Ethan and me

11:38 a.m.–2:47 p.m. Wallowing/snacking

3:30 p.m. Diagnosed with bronchitis

3:36 p.m. Purchase prescription for me and a plunger for Noah

4:00 p.m.–6:00 p.m. Noah plunges toilet

6:02 p.m. Noah looks up alternative ways to fix a toilet besides plunging

6:05 p.m. onward Wallowing/online research about time travel