Two thirds of my kiddos and–worse than that–I have been sick since Friday.  Why do kids get sick on Fridays???

There are three things that saved me this weekend.  First of all; Mike.  Good daddies are the best.  He even took today off of work as I’m still in no shape to take care of anyone, and could probably use a hand taking care of myself…  Yup.  That bad.

Secondly, the fact that I prep food for occasions such as these, we didn’t have to survive on junk for three days.  Whew.

Finally, I read this  HIGH-larious book, Raising the Perfect Child Through Guilt and Manipulation, by Elizabeth Beckwith (photographed here on the very pillow where my poor head was resting most of the weekend.)   Got it from the library and read the whole thing already despite splitting headache-coughing-aches and other fun.

Folks, I laughed out loud repeatedly through the haze of my fever.  That is praise.

The clarity of this photo is representational of the way I’m seeing the world today.  It’s like, “special effects” and I have absolutely no desire to change it.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to move from the bed to the sofa.