Some real perspective.

Hello! Broadcasting live from yet ANOTHER sick day at our house, with both kids home, coughing and sneezing. Some folks might get frustrated that their plans (large and small) have to change for another day, so that they may look after their snotty offspring. But oh no. Not here. I feel lucky to be here, still in my pajamas ...

“Oui Oui Oui!”

The idealism and sense of control I felt this morning based on some creative imaginative play and happy moods has now devolved into this: It is 5pm. I have been placed in a tiara and am being forced to wield a wand. My hot cocoa just exploded in my microwave. And then I choked on it. And, my daughter ...

I just want to say,

that I feel very grateful that I have a partner who not only takes care of our family every day, but who also takes extra special care of me when I'm sick. A partner who surprised me with the special Amish Egg Custard that my Nanny used to deliver to me when I was little, and the certain type of ...

double stuffed stuff.

One bright spot in this whole sick week thang is that I made a very crucial discovery; you see, I found that my daughter likes the cream filling inside the Oreo, whereas I have always been partial to the cookie. Perfect match, we are, indeed. So, there's that.