Day 27

My head is fuzzy. I want to do something fun like scrapbook. Instead, I am sitting on my couch, sweating, then cold while Sam coughs all over his sister. My future is bleak. Ideally, my room would be clean, as I had planned this morning, and I would be ending my night reading Harry Potter the Seventh to my kids and scrapping whilst I watch a movie. It’s not going to happen. Is 7:16 too early to send my kids to bed for the night even if it’s a vacation day? BAH.
Ps. sorry for the grumpiness of this post. I feel miserable.