The Twinkies

What DO the Howard’s do that allowed them to move from the city to a rural island just because their daughter’s pet got too big? And how do they afford all that dog food?

After a week of misery - and, really, what WAS that virus? - I am back on my feet. Today I:

• Took the kids to school
• Did a photo shoot
• Found a new winter hat for J, a new turtleneck for me and a Bruder truck for J all at Marshalls
• Picked the kids up from school and took them to the farm
• Ran the kids around the farm at Westmoor Park. They have a new pony. And F like the albino snake.
• Lunch & Nap
• Put lights up outside, got advent calendar from garage, processed a few pictures from the morning
• Packaged photo orders
• Made dough for pizza - if I have to watch Brian eat turkey again I may get another migraine out of sheet sympathy

And now we’re watching Clifford while we wait for Daddy to get home. After this episode I’ll go upstairs and start the pizza.

I’m still miserable. My head is one big ball of sinus misery. The kids don’t have school today so I have them plopped in front of Clifford using the TV as a babysitter. So, basically, I am both sick AND sucking as a mother today.

1) I think I am getting pink eye.

2) Brian spilled one of the bottles of the liquid anti-biotic for the kids’ ear infections and insurance may not pay for a replacement.

3) I was carded today for Dayquil.

I swear, this week gets better and better.