No voice, but I am still in charge, sort of

I can't stop coughing - unless I stop talking. I did read-alouds with my son for school today and then tried to read his history. I could not stop hacking away. He brilliantly took this as a sign that school was over and ran to the other room with his little brother. I sat dejectedly in the school room wondering if I should throw in the towel, or wait til John came home to make him work with me.

I decided that there are some subjects that don't require much talking from me. We don't do many workbooks, but he can do those! So I wrote him a note (thank God can read), waved a choice of 2 videos in front of Diesel and herded Dylan back to the school room. And now he is slowly plodding through work. But some is getting done and I don't need to write off another day. I am grateful for small miracles.

Closing in for the kill

Everyday, John comes home from work and I catch him up on how my day went. And at least once a week he comments : You should write a blog. So I am....

Today, I am feeling sick. A bad cold that is threatening to become the flu. And my kids can tell. They can sense weakness. Here Mommy, let me be helpful. I'll get myself some Cheerios! oops did I just pour a whole box on the floor? My turn, my turn! I'll help clean up and step on half of them and push the other half all around the kitchen floor!

If I had the energy I'd scream. Luckily I don't so I have to just laugh. What other joys do they have in store for me today?