And the Award goes to. . .

Yesterday was ROUGH. I haven't been that sick in a long time---you know, the kind of "I can't get out of bed without being all hunched over and shuffling like a Granny" sick.

This morning I feel blessedly better---not 100%, but about 85%. But, I didn't get here alone, so I am going to hand out some awards to those who got me through the past 24+ hours:

* a "I'll pay you back later, wink-wink" award to my husband, who was as sick as I, but still let me take TWO naps during the day;

* a "yes, you can have some candy" award to my kids who only whined a little bit when they realized their sick parents had forgotten to feed them lunch;

* a "you can't buy friends like this" award to the friend who picked up soup, saltines and popsicles for us so that we'd have dinner---opening a can was about all I was good for yesterday;

* a "you'll get a good tip" award to the 15-year-old babysitter who decided to come outside and play with my cooped-up kids without being asked. I attribute them all being asleep by 8pm to her;

* a "mother knows best" award to my mom and sister who insisted I eat some toast at 6pm when I complained that I still had the chills. I hadn't eaten anything but saltines all day and, lo and behold, they were right---I just needed a little something in mah belly to feel even better;

* a "thank god for electricity and cable" award to my television---yes, TV Turnoff Week started yesterday but we've decided that there are times that endless hours of television are preferable to three children standing over a sick mother asking, "what should we do now", or, even worse, letting them loose in the house for 10 hours without supervision (shudder).

* a "you'll be with me to the end of time" award to my coffee which I was too sick to drink yesterday, but am enjoying with gusto this morning;

* and, a "nicest blog readers" award to all of you who posted a note or simply sent your good thoughts my way and didn't make me feel guilty about my failed attempt to shut off the tube for the week.

I do feel the need to squelch one tiny little rumor, though: there is no way I am pregnant. No way, no how. Besides, if I had felt this bad when I was pregnant, I am pretty sure I'd just have one kid right now.


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I had meant to point you to this post I wrote for the lovely Issa while she was on a "break" (ha! she was still everywhere). But then two beautiful babies lost their lives and my post became insignificant. It still is, but Issa's intro is sweet and, as you read my post, you'll see that we are practically twins.