I'm not feeling so hot today. I'm keeping my fingers crossed it's not the flu. Tonight I hear Dylan talking to Bryan: "Look at all the food I made for Mommy. She's not feeling very good, so this will make her feel better."
Nothing like plastic play food to chase the sick bugs away:
I'm a beloved wife and a doting mom to two beautiful children. Who the hell am I kidding? I'm barely hanging onto my sanity with what is left of my chewed down fingernails. Oh, and I pretty much would die without my one true love...wine.