Monday, January 28, 2013
I guess there can be such a thing as TOO slow. Because what usually happens when I slow way down and let myself relax too much is that I get sick. This time, I really didn't stand a chance, because Daphne got sick. In this picture below, she was already starting to feel bad, but it didn't stop us from having a great time at the American Girl Cafe with Grandma and Molly:
The food was expensive, but actually pretty good - much better than I was expecting. The service was great, and the experience was worth the price. Those American Girl people know what they're doing. I wish I could come up with such a genius idea.
When we got home, Daphne rapidly declined into something very flu-like. It wasn't fun. But luckily, it was quick, and she only missed one day of school.
Then, I got sick. Gradually. I would feel sort of yucky one day, then be fine, then feel terrible, then completely normal, and finally on Friday afternoon, I lost the fight. Saturday morning I felt OK enough to make my dad's birthday cake and go out to lunch, but by the time we got home I was miserable again.
Sunday I just gave up and stayed in bed. All day. Kevin even brought me breakfast because he is awesome.
Today, I am still congested, but feeling much much better. Functional, at least. School is canceled due to rain (?!). I guess maybe it's icy? But they go to school in TEXAS with weather worse than this, so I don't quite get it. So, Daphne's home, and I'm catching up on laundry and blogs and so forth.
Since I last posted, I have read FOUR WHOLE NOVELS. That's how slow things have been. And I loved every minute of that. Reading makes me happy, even when I'm sick.
Daphne has done some painting:
And she got to play in the snow, even though it wasn't the good kind of snowman making snow. She still had fun.
This has been a weird month with all the sick, and days off from school, and strange weather. I am ready to speed things up again ever-so-slightly. I have projects I want to start and others I need to finish. For now, it's back to laundry, though. Piles and piles of laundry.