I have no idea why life has gotten in the way of blogging.
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.