I fought the cold, and the cold won.
*hack* *cough* *snort*
We’re playing hooky from church. The children are thrilled (a little too thrilled, if you ask me). But I started losing my voice yesterday, and this morning as children circled my bed like wild animals, I pushed up on one elbow to tell them to get out.
In my mind, I said, “Guys, go downstairs and give me a minute to get up!”
In reality, I said, “G… g… d… … .i.. ee.. a… *hackhack*”
That pretty much answered the question of whether I would be making it to choir.
So we’re home, and the children are running amock in their jammies, and I am… sitting amok? Not sure. Sitting here wishing I was still in bed.
And of course, I still need to do all the things I didn’t do yesterday, because yesterday we received over a foot of snow. Yes, a FOOT OF SNOW. In MARCH. Gosh I JUST LOVE WINTER SO VERY MUCH!! Oh, sorry, was I shouting? Couldn’t be; I have no voice, ya know.
Yesterday we sat around in pajamas all day long and watched the snow and waited for the guy to come plow the driveway. Then we baked cookies (because nothing goes with utter sloth like fresh cookies, also known as “I’ve been a negligent mother today, so here, have some sugar, too!”) and the kids had a nice long bath and we had dinner and they went to bed.
All of which means that we did not get groceries, go to the dump, do laundry, or clean. Today I suspect we will not get groceries, go to the dump, do laundry, or clean, either. But who knows. Maybe I can bribe the kids with cookies to start cleaning up….
So, um, God? Sorry about not making it over to your house, today. I just didn’t think it would be okay to mix your praises with so much phlegm. But… uhhhh… cookie? No? Maybe next week.