Ever since daylight savings time ended I feel like I've been put in a cage called night. I get only a few hours a day in the "yard" and I'm tricked in to thinking it's 9 o'clock when really it's only 6. This last week was particularly difficult because all four of us caught some sort of flu. When we weren't trapped in "night" we were trapped at home, inside, all day, in our tiny home that was filled with the smell of puke and/or poop continually. Ugh. After all this I'm feeling tired and a little depressed; looking forward to the holiday weekend and knowing it's going to be too short.
To help cheer me up and have some kid free time Brad rented the claymation Rudolph and Santa Comes to Town movies.We put it on in our room for the kids while we watched football.
After the movies were over I was putting the kids to bed and I told them I wasn't in the mood to mess around and they needed to get into their pj's and get into bed. Nadia looked at me very seriously and asked if she could feel my funny bone. I gave her my elbow and she felt around on it and asked to see my other arm. I let her feel my other elbow and after a short examination she said, "I don't think you broke your funny bone. Maybe it's just bruised."
Turns out the fastest cure for a bruised funny bone is a funny bone exam by an adorable 3 year old.