Achoo.

I'm sick.

So basically I'm on vacation.

When mommy gets sick (which, mind you, isn't often) she becomes the baby. Not everyone loves this arrangement. But they have to respect it. After all, when the real babies are sick it is mommy who stayes up rocking them, dosing out the Tylenol, wiping the little noses, and cuddling them until they are 100% again.(This is by default, daddy works and needs his beauty sleep. But he is a wonderful medicine dose-er I might add.)

So......it's my turn.

I'm worse though. I demand: ten showers, tissues, vitamin C, Tylenol (which I might add is the ONLY thing I will willingly digest, medicine scares the bejesus out of me), mint tea with sugar, a book, and don't forget tons of attention.

High maintenance. Yes.

But they all help out. Paige always wants to know if I need anything and keeps Lillie busy. Lillie decides to be a little less high maintenance herself and doesn't demand my constant reassurance. Daddy goes miles out of his way to buy me vitamin drinks and tissues. Only to find out I'm afraid of vitamin drinks too....Poor guy. And Grandma Gaby does me the amazing favor of taking my children for a few hours so I can rest. Which, I am going to do now.

Thank you family. I will be up and running (chasing you kids) before you know it.

♥