Ana was being extremely rude (aka- bitchy) to me on Sunday, so I spent most of the afternoon exacting my revenge in passive-aggressive, psychologically non-damaging ways.

I began with the immature and old fashioned “I squish your head” technique. She must have known I was up to something because she wouldn’t hold still, so I waited until she was trapped in her car seat.

Notice, still no manicure.

Hahaha, a prisoner of vehicle safety!

After dinner, she asked to have a Kit Kat for dessert. And I lied. I said we didn’t have anymore, then I greedily ate the last one in the bathroom. That’s right, I. ATE. IT. and it was goooood! (And don’t go feeling sorry for her, she still got her chocolate fix)

Then she made the tragic Frat Party mistake of passing out early on the couch.

Bonjour Monsieur, you look pooped. Viva la nap!

Now here’s the part where I felt rotten…when I picked her up, she was burning with a fever. Poor thing was miserable because she was sick!

I wiped off her stylish mustache (Crayola washable marker) and took her temperature, 102 degrees! I’m going to hell.

I have since made it up to her.

Over these past two days her and I have been inseparable, laying on couches, beds, floors, etc. I took her to the doctor’s and they said it’s just a virus that needs to run its course, thank goodness.

Brian has accused me of actually enjoying this illness, and truth be told, I kinda am. Of course I don’t like my baby feeling ill, she’s sad and pathetic looking, but I welcome an excuse that allows us to slow down our pace and cuddle all day. Not to mention her excess body heat acts as a natural furnace for me on these cold rainy days. Ok, that was completely selfish…

While I hope she feels better soon, I’m going to miss the constant cuddles. Does that make me a bad mom?