Sick.

My middle kid is sick. It's ALWAYS him who gets every bug going around the school, ALWAYS. Today he stayed home with me, fell asleep beside me in bed while I read.

(When I was a kid, that was always the ultimate way to make me feel better: being allowed to nap in my parent's bed. Did other people feel that way or am I completely alone and crazy on this?)

 

 

 

Tells me later, "I've never been so tired in my whole life."

Tells me later, "I've never been so tired in my whole life."

And now, to make matters worse, I'm not feeling so hot myself. Is it the cold? Is it allergies? Does it matter?

So I read and slept today away. No writing, but I'll be back on that horse soon enough.