My mom called last night to see how we were doing. It was a long weekend and I hadn’t blogged in three days so we must have done something fun… right? I wish I could say yes. I wish I had tales to share from a grand camping adventure or something equally exciting. We can usually pack a lot of things into a three-day-weekend.
Instead, I decided (apparently) that it would be more fun to stay home and be sick. Not the stuffy nose and sore throat you can ignore and go about your business sick, but the full-blown moaning and groaning and can’t get out of bed kind. My original hope was that it would only last Saturday, but no such luck. This wonderful misery I had paired myself up with decided to stick around for the entire weekend. I was practically begging Rob to knock me out with a frying pan, but he wouldn’t oblige. His response was, “Maybe we should take you to the hospital.” Men…
Rob was nice enough to take the kids fishing. Twice. Without me. Sniff. I’m glad they went though. Sniff. Tomorrow I will share some pictures with you. Sniff. They caught fish. Sniff. Without me. Sniff.
So that is where I have been. On my deathbed. Well, far from it I know, but it sure felt like it at the time. But now, the rain has stopped and the sun is out and I am vertical once again. A little more slumped than usual I fear, but vertical none the less. As for blogging, I am back… I think. At least I have enough energy to sit at the computer again. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. And, I know it’s not official yet, but… Happy Summer!!!
Those just happen to be two of my very favorite words. 🙂