Monday, January 10, 2011
Fantastic excuse to drop out of life and not step one dainty foot on the frozen desert tundra. We hate the pukes but love our jammies.
Some of the strongest memories I have of my mother are when I was sick and she took care of me. I specifically remember having strep throat when I was young and my mom brought me sprite and toast in bed. I felt like a queen. She put a cloth on my forehead and told me I would be okay.
I hardly slept last night and dealt with a lot of sickies today but I tried to be that mom. The one they could use for comfort when their bodies were taken by a strong flu. Ruby asked me to sit with her on the couch. I had just put the baby down and had so many other things to do, but I plopped down beside her and held her until the baby woke up again.
And shhhhh... Grace stayed home from school, too. She's not sick, she's just really really helpful!