Thursday, December 3, 2009

I think the storm has passed... holding my breath

I woke up Sunday morning feeling quite nasty. Coincidentally it was the same day I was to take my munchkins to my folks' house to deck the halls, tree, and everything else that needed to be decked. I woke up Monday not really sure what my name was, but determined I was NOT going to succumb to whatever had invaded my body.

My Mom: "Are you sick?"

Me: "No. I refuse to be sick."

I mean, really, do I get this luxury?!

So yesterday I had to wave the little white flag. I had to peel myself off the couch, drive the five minutes to my parents' house, and proceed to adhere myself to THEIR couch. My dad proceeded to bounce C all over Q town on errands my mom sent him on. My mom made an apple pie. I conned Isabella into a nap. I'm still not sure what I promised her, but it was good.

I think I'm better, at least the worst has passed, and I have a whole new respect for my single mama sisters. Muah!

1 comment:

Cindy Lee said...

I hope you are feeling better now! Christmas is coming, better take good care of yourselves :) Hugs!