We had sick kids this weekend which is never fun. Hallie came down with it on Friday night, which led to a late, late night. Our first change of the sheets came at 12:30. Change sheets. Give bath. Do laundry. Back in bed at 1:00. As I was walking out of her room my eye caught the wool rug on the hard wood floors. I’m not sure what it was, perhaps mother’s intuition, but I felt the urge to roll up the rug…

1:30 am rolls around: there’s singing coming from Hallie’s room. She’s pleasant. I’m trying to get some sleep. I hear her cough a little bit, and then the crying. I leap out of bed, along with Steve…we change the sheets again…yet another bath, more laundry. Steve takes her downstairs to watch a movie in case she needs to be close to a bowl. I head to bed. Steve makes it to bed at 3:30am. Hunter wakes up at 7:00am. Steve was up a lot later than me, so I get Hunter. What I find was not a pretty sight…once again, I changed the sheets. Give Hunter a bath. And sulk in the living room while I hold Hunter in my arms. Sick kids are the worst!

Seeing as though we had a pretty late night, Saturday was a lazy day. A very lazy day. Both Hallie and Hunter were still sick. Steve said he enjoyed just hanging around the house…I’m not wired that way. Being lazy is not my idea of a good Saturday. I’ll have to make up for it next week. Perhaps a project. A big project. Hmmm….