It was VERY hard to get up this morning. We've been sick for the past week, and this morning the head-cold hit hard.
At one point I got up to get Cooper some cereal. And then I went back to bed.
Then I got up to change Lincoln's diaper. And went back to bed.
The kids (who I rationalize are also under the weather and need to just rest) have taken turns picking shows/movies to watch. I've let them watch as much as they want today.
I let the kids eat whatever they wanted. Granola Bars? Sure. Goldfish? Sure. Cookies? Sure.
I finally got out of bed for good some time after 9 am.
The downstairs floor is covered with granola bar and goldfish and pretzels. And water. And I don't care.
My wonderful husband doesn't care either; isn't that nice? He's downstairs heating up some soup and pizza for the kids so that they get some nourishment today. He understands how bad I feel because he's the one who gave me this cold. And he loves me.
A cold in summer? Really?
Except it doesn't quite feel like summer today, what with all of the rain and the temperature below 70 degrees. But I sure do prefer this weather to the 90 degrees my dad says he's been experiencing in Utah. We don't have air conditioning.
Hopefully I'll feel more like myself tomorrow.