I hated being sick when my children were little.  Now that they’re old enough to somewhat take care of themselves, I’m not wracked with as much guilt (piled on the already feeling physically bad) when under the weather.

When they were little, I depended on the TV to entertain them when I was sick.  I’d manage to crawl out of bed to feed them breakfast and lunch, change diapers, give them something to drink.  But actually engaging them between sneezing and coughing was almost impossible.  Thank you Belle and the Beast for hours of babysitting.

I apologize for not writing these last few days, but you’ve guessed it.  Sick.  Again.  Until I’m vertical again… get well soon.