Too Much Perfection?

I was a slug today. The wutz is sick with a cold. He has a stuffy head, a little cough, red watery eyes, and he is just suffering from general crabbiness. To save ourselves the trouble of hauling him out of the house in his condition, we stayed home from church. Therefore, I did not do a damned thing all day.

Well, that's a lie. I did tidy up just enough to shove a vacuum across the floor a few times. Oh, and I did a load of laundry. Whoop-de-do.

Otherwise, I've parked my ass on the sofa and let the wutz watch entirely too much Disney today. But, hey. He's sick, right? A little pampering never fried a baby's brain, has it?