Death's door.

In case you have been wondering where I have been - on death's door.  Honestly since Monday night (I almost didn't make my brainrot tv show) - I have been in bed - dying.  My whole body has been aching, Monday night I had fever with chills, Daddy has given me countless countless back and head rubs. Though despite this, I did get out of bed long enough Tuesday to take the kids to the park for 90 minutes.

So let's see Tuesday I got out of bed at 11 and went back to bed at 4 - the kids ate PB&J for breakfast, crackers for lunch and Daddy was in charge of dinner (i cannot confirm dinner was consumed).

Wednesday Daddy insisted I needed a bath - so he gave me one.  That's right a full on bath - Matteo & Chloe got a kick out of this.  That gave me some strength to muster the day until 5 PM then right to bed.

And somewhere there is a saying that when Mom is sick EVERYONE is sick - or affected or something because judging from the mess of a picture below, yes indeed the house suffered.

My little rag-a-muffins.  WE NEVER EAT IN THE BEDROOMS- never!!!!  I'm telling you, I was on deaths door - or so it seemed.

DAddy's laughs when I tell him how sick I am.  But meanwhile, when he was sick back in December, he took a day and a half to himself....me I just got a couple of hours extra in bed.  Matteo was so happy - he got a few extra tv shows that he normally would not get. 

I think I'm rallying - - though perhaps another bath is in order by Nurse Jules ;-)