Anyone old enough to remember what song that came from???
Usually, Mondays are rough and tumble for us all...uniforms to be found (despite warnings, urging, and yes, even begging) that they find them the night before. Sleepy, children who forget to eat, forget their bookbags, forget their manners, forget that they really do love each other.
Yet, today...no school. Closed for a suspected, yet at this time unconfirmed case of swine flu. So it should be a relatively calm morning. And for those still sleeping, it is. For those of us that aren't (me, Hannah, and Daryl--who still had to go to work) not so much. I've had four wet dogs fighting, breaking through the barrier to get into the carpeted living room, getting in the trash, and did I mention fighting? I've had a cranky toddler refuse to do her treatment. And I still feel yucky.
However...did I mention...NO SCHOOL!!!?!?!? Another day to recover and figure out what to do. Another day to escape the mayhem of afterschool activities and shuttling children from here to there (because of course, Daryl is working). Another day to try to get into the doctor...or to find a new one that can see me. Another day to get through the mounds of laundry that no one else seemed to do when I was so so sick (though they were able to choose just their outfit that they wanted to wear and wash it, ignoring the piles beside the washing machine...go figure) AND...another day to find the extra camera cord that Daryl swears is around here somewhere.
So hopefully, by tonight, I will be able to post Hannah's birthday pictures, and a few pictures that answer the age old question, "Why, Sarah, should you never ever ever hand a three year old a jar of peanut butter and a spoon when they say they are 'hungee' and want some peanut butter."
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