I have no idea why life has gotten in the way of blogging.
The nerve.
The boys are returning to school on Monday and I went through marathon orientation yesterday…and survived.
The last few weeks have been solely about survival.
Last week I got sick.
Like really sick.
Like so sick that I could barely get off the couch.
On the second day of Holly illness, I was laying on the couch in the living room directing the boys’ breakfast with an elaborate system of finger snapping and hand clapping (I couldn’t talk at all) and felt pretty confident that they were helping each other to toast, cereal and yogurt.
I dozed off and when I awoke, Reid was standing above me covered in blueberry syrup…literally covered.
All I could do is silently hope that the bottle of blueberry syrup wasn’t full.
Blueberry syrup should never be used without adult supervision.
My snapping and clapping was interpreted as “Hey! Mom’s too sick to yell at us! Let’s have syrup!”
It was 5 days of fever, chills, a sore throat so sore I couldn’t talk and general crappy-ness.
On the 6th day I got up, took a shower and got dressed for the first time…and it was good.
Good to be alive.
Good to be alive until I realize the ants beat me to the kitchen.(occasionally)
I have no idea why life has gotten in the way of blogging.
The nerve.
The boys are returning to school on Monday and I went through marathon orientation yesterday…and survived.
The last few weeks have been solely about survival.
Last week I got sick.
Like really sick.
Like so sick that I could barely get off the couch.
On the second day of Holly illness, I was laying on the couch in the living room directing the boys’ breakfast with an elaborate system of finger snapping and hand clapping (I couldn’t talk at all) and felt pretty confident that they were helping each other to toast, cereal and yogurt.
I dozed off and when I awoke, Reid was standing above me covered in blueberry syrup…literally covered.
All I could do is silently hope that the bottle of blueberry syrup wasn’t full.
Blueberry syrup should never be used without adult supervision.
My snapping and clapping was interpreted as “Hey! Mom’s too sick to yell at us! Let’s have syrup!”
It was 5 days of fever, chills, a sore throat so sore I couldn’t talk and general crappy-ness.
On the 6th day I got up, took a shower and got dressed for the first time…and it was good.
Good to be alive.
Good to be alive until I realize the ants beat me to the kitchen.
I have no idea why life has gotten in the way of blogging.
The nerve.
The boys are returning to school on Monday and I went through marathon orientation yesterday…and survived.
The last few weeks have been solely about survival.
Last week I got sick.
Like really sick.
Like so sick that I could barely get off the couch.
On the second day of Holly illness, I was laying on the couch in the living room directing the boys’ breakfast with an elaborate system of finger snapping and hand clapping (I couldn’t talk at all) and felt pretty confident that they were helping each other to toast, cereal and yogurt.
I dozed off and when I awoke, Reid was standing above me covered in blueberry syrup…literally covered.
All I could do is silently hope that the bottle of blueberry syrup wasn’t full.
Blueberry syrup should never be used without adult supervision.
My snapping and clapping was interpreted as “Hey! Mom’s too sick to yell at us! Let’s have syrup!”
It was 5 days of fever, chills, a sore throat so sore I couldn’t talk and general crappy-ness.
On the 6th day I got up, took a shower and got dressed for the first time…and it was good.
Good to be alive.
Good to be alive until I realize the ants beat me to the kitchen.
Thank goodness it was only ants!!
So sorry to hear you weren’t feeling well. Being sick in the summer and having to still be mom is totally the worst!
School starts Monday here too … I’m ready for the schedule, but not for the homework.
So glad you’re up and running again. So sorry about the ants. We’re enjoying an infestation as well, no syrup though. I’m thinking it’s the heat. Even ants can’t handle 105.
Can’t blame the little bastards.
Cheers to Monday, girl!
oh dear, syrup. I lay in bed with I am sick because from my pillow I have a clear view of the fridge and cupboards and I bang things on the nightstand when they get too much food or the wrong food
Ugh… I am glad you are feeling better. That sounds awful. Good luck with school. My GIRL starts Kindergarten in 3 weeks, and my BOY ….1st grade. Can’t believe it.
Miss being here always. And will always come back to this little slice of heaven called Nirvana. 🙂
Mommy illness is like one million times worse than any other illness. Because of the catch up that comes afterwards.
you never catch up. ever.
Glad to hear you are back amongst the living. Don’t know what’s worse, being sick or being sick in the summer.
Summer sickness sucks.
So glad you’re alive!! And feeling better, while alive… 😉 Sorry ’bout the ants.
That pic is awesome.
That is the usual face I get from Ryan when I want to take a picture of him. Nice, eh?
Oh no! I shuddered when I read “syrup.” SHUDDERED.
Hope you’re feeling better:)