I'm tired y'all.

This work and family business can be exhausting. So much so that about alls I've got the energy to do right now is drool over the Becks W Mag. photo spread. Yes, they're totally skeezy and yes, I'd like the power to put an invisibility cloak over Posh, but I just can't seem to get enough of these.

Nobody wears the tighty whiteys better. Nobody. Period. Righto. My palm's are sweating a bit here.

Anyway...Leila's home sick with daddy. Some viral throat crud so that there's absolutely nothing we can do for her aside from dosing her up w/ Tylenol and waiting it out until she's 24 hours fever free. One of these days, I will tune into the fact that when the child is refusing to eat (red peppers plucked out of ratatouille - yes, she's an odd duck - and blueberries are about all that's gone into her tummy aside from liquids since Saturday), she is ailing. So, I spent this morning at the peds. w/ her and yesterday morning at the cardiologist's for her annual heart murmur check. Her heart checks out fine, but I was little amused to then have to abandon her at school, trudge the mile to the metro through 130 degree heat and get off the train to be soaked to the bone by an unexpected thunderstorm only to get to the job I hate.

But I know we all struggle with this, so I'll stop my whining now and get back to looking at Becks for the 5 minutes I have here before cramming myself onto the tourist packed non-air conditioned metro!