The one thing about staying home full time with the kids is the loss of sick days.  I mean, I still get sick, but now there's no one to watch the kids when I am.  So this week I'm sick.  Some sort of cold - and all I want to do is sleep until the headache and the fever go away. 

But there's a two year old "nurse" and she has decided it's her duty in life to "take care of Mommy".  Sweet, yes.  I think, however, we rather have a difference of opinion of the definition of "taking care".  My idea would be for sleep.  I want to sleep.  She seems to think the best way to make me better is to demand I play My Little Pony with her.  She's something of a bully:  "You fix their hair Mommy!"  "You play with the yellow one Mommy!"  "Make the horsey sound Mommy!"

And although I'm sick there's no one else to drive the kids to their junk.  (When I'm not sick, the "junk" is referred to as "extracurricular activities".  Since I feel terrible, anything that requires me to get off the couch is "junk".)  That means I have to get everyone and their gear to practice.  My head spins as I look for missing fooball cletes, an absent tap shoe, a lost pair of workout pants, and a MIA leotard.

Today, however, I decided I felt just bad enough that Death was probably camping out in the front yard.  The morning started off poorly and went rapidly downhill.  By 9:30 I decided Dance Class was NOT going to happen.  I put Gigi in her "snuggle pants" and a t-shirt.  I gathered up a stack of books and every stuffed animal I could think of.  I turned on PBS and left out a bowl of cheerios and a muffin for her.  She patted my head and held my hand. 

I fell asleep.  So did she.  Rather unfortunately she woke up before I did.  I knew she was awake, but I couldn't drag myself out of bed.  I just resolved myself to prayer - praying she wouldn't set anything on fire or ruin too many walls in the house. 

Later I was amazed to find she hadn't set fire to the house, colored anything with a permanent marker, cut anything to pieces, nor had she bothered anything she isn't supposed to.  Sweet, wonderful child.

As soon as she saw I was awake she brought a herd of My Little Ponies to me.  Oh well.