And the poor kiddies have been trapped inside with sickly old me while the sun shines. It's almost criminal.
I do feel bad for them. But I can't help feeling a little sorry for myself, too. Ever notice Mommies don't really get to be sick? Dinner still has to be made, kids must be fed, dressed, and cared for.
I'm thinking I need a new strategy. A backup plan when I desperately need rest to recover. Any ideas?