We are sick here. So very sick. Fevers, coughs, aches, and pains. And tonight, I feel like I have a scratch in the back of my throat. I've even coughed a few times today. I am worried. When mama goes down, the whole world falls apart. I've taken an airborne today, but I think it might have been a little too late. So as I've been administering chewable medication to the school-age and younger set around here, my mind has been wandering.
I've thought about my two study abroad trips to England. How lucky was I? I'd like to go back. Someday.
I've thought about how much I love to read. I just finished Death Comes to Pemberley. You must check it out. And when you do, make sure you picture Colonel Fitzwilliam from the BBC version, and not from the more recent Hollywood film. He was not so handsome in the latter.
Sewing on a deadline is very stressful, especially when you have sick kids. Heck, doing anything on a deadline is stressful with illness in the home.
New Girl is the funniest show on TV. It's even funnier than Modern Family.
Kids wait to throw up until you're on your own. It's true. As soon as Curly leaves the house, we've got barf everywhere. When he comes home, they're fine. I don't know.
A Diet Coke and a cookie at the end of a rough day is like the food of the gods.
Anyone have a cookie?