Aches and chills.
A few sick kids.
Hubby out of town.
As I sat in the corner last night sucking my thumb, Savannah came up to me wondering what we were going to do for dinner. After a quick think through, I told her there were hot dogs in the fridge. It was the best I could do at the moment.
She was so good. She got out the dogs, one for everybody, heated them up, placed them on six different plates, asked who wanted buns, (which is really just regular bread) and gave them all the ketchup and mustard they wanted.
She even put mine on a "bun" and put the ketchup on it in a very special way. She handed me the plate and said, "Look mom! It's a butterfly! Just like you make for us!"
After the kids were done eating, Savannah cleaned up all the plates, turned to me and said, "Whew! That was a lot a work!" Haha!
Sometimes I can't help but think that when the going gets tough, my kids true colors really shine. I have such good kids.
People use to tell me that they are a lot of help when they get older, and that things are less intense. I didn't think it would ever happen or that we'd ever reach that point, but it's true! Kids really do grow up!!
Eeesh... I'm not ready for them to grow up or anything, but I must admit, during times like this the extra help is so very nice.
The scary thing is, I'm really getting up there in age!
Now, I don't obsess over age or wrinkles or anything. I may only wash the makeup off my face at night a few handfuls of times... a month... eh hem. And I actually really like "smile lines" on people!
But when I was looking at these pictures, I confess I really did a double-take.
Little miss Claira loves to go through the tupperware and find a cute hat to wear. Then she'll pick one out for me so we can be stylish together.
She's thoughtful like that.
I know, she's adorable.
But then I looked at this one and may or may not have gasped... just a little.
Holy wrinkly wrinkles Batman!
I turn 30 this year.
It's funny how you feel so cool and grown up when you turn 20. But people tend to freak out when they turn 30.
I'm not freaking out, just... wow. Look at those wrinkles!
Okay, now that you've all shared my moment of crisis, I'm going to go drown my sicky pain in more Ibuprofen and try not to think evil thoughts about my husband for being in London.