I rushed around this morning, making oatmeal, fending off our dogs, soothing the kids' emotional sensitivities. I had Grace dressed and ready for school, myself dressed and wrestled with AJ for about 5 minutes to get his pjs off. Another 5-10 minutes to get his pants and shirt on, and finally he succumbed to the socks and shoes. I went to get Grace. She's lying in her bed, with a bowl of mac and cheese. (Yes, the dogs ate her oatmeal.  . . .bad dogs!)

 She told me she felt very sick. Too sick to go anywhere. She doesn't care for Fridays because she's a "daycare friend" then. She goes to preschool (which is a short day--only 2 hours, instead of almost 3) and then she goes to daycare for 2 hours. She doesn't like having to be still and rest (they watch a video) when she wants to play. I promised her a trip to the Treehouse Museum if she went nicely to daycare today. I reminded her that if she missed school and daycare, she couldn't go to Treehouse. She was fine with that. My super clue that she's really not well.

I suspect she's very weak and still fighting off this horrible virus thing she and AJ contracted. So much for picking up appliques at the fabric store! Here I am, home with two ill, grumpy, oversensitive children.  I do think they're on the mend. Grace just came down and told me "I'm so sick. Can you take care of me?"  Sweet girl.

This gives me an opportunity to clean up the living room and knit my new socks. 

What a week.