Three sick kids home being sick with their momma. And I'm here, deciding whether or not the 2 loaves of banana bread I'll make will convince me to choose them over the 2 baskets of laundry. Well 3, if you count the one in the basement, full of whites.
And my kid's in the bathtub (our favorite place) watching a movie, no Ben 10, and soaking up warmth to relax. She's actually not sick, just needed a down day after being overwhelmed by so much coarsing through her brain last night. "I'm so frustrated," she said.
I, on the other hand, am loving school...all that homework that comes through our door, the level of math my oldest daughter is learning. Multiplying fractions if you can imagine, I loved math, I loved the challenge of those lessons. She will too.
So anyway world, my mom called yesterday which was rare but yes, welcomed. A whole half-hour of chatting about everything and nothing. Felt good to be back in her grasp.
