Saturday I started coming down with a nasty bug.
I was thinking, "Great. I don't have time to be sick!" when in reality, there's never a good time for moms to get sick.
I spent all day Sunday in bed.
Wishing I had a snuggie. (for real!)
Running a fever. And chills.
And singing Katy Perry's song "You're hot then you're Cold" over and over in my head.
The Man was nice enough to take care of the kids.
He made them pancakes for dinner.
It's the only thing he knows how to make.
Oh, and brownies. He's the pancake and brownie maker in our house.
At 5:00pm I finally got out of bed and headed downstairs.
And saw this.

(Funky lighting on this one.)

The Man and kids had put up Christmas decorations.
Which really meant, they had dumped every Christmas box they could find, all over the dining room floor.
It was a sweet gesture so I pretended to be happily surprised, although all I was thinking was "Holy cow, I have to clean all this up!!"
I took a long bath and decided that someday when I'm rich and famous, I want a heated bathtub.
I love baths, but I hate the way the cold porcelain tub sucks out the heat so fast!
This morning I was still too sick to take the kids to school.
So I had them ride their bikes. In 20 degree weather.
The Boy couldn't find any gloves. The girl only found one.
What a mess they were, but I sent them off anyway.
I walked them outside and absolutely loved the way that 20 degrees felt on my feverish skin!
So after I sent them off I sat on the porch swing for a few minutes.
For real.
I think I'm slowly rejoining the land of the living now.
I apologize if I owe you an email. I'll get to it soon. I hope.


























































