And then, just like that, my hopes and dreams for this year were smashed with a cruel laugh from cold hard reality.
I had high hopes for this year. And for a day and I half, I timidly ventured out into the dazzling light of hope. But hope is fickle with me lately. Comes and goes on a whim, raising me high, and snickering when I crash down. I was sure that this year we were to be friends, but last night I was assured otherwise.
Needless to say, it was a hard day today, dealing with reality.
I tried to brush my disappointments off, and help the kids have a good day at least. No need for them to know of my bitter pill.
They are both still sick. The fevers are gone, but they are not themselves. More tired and subdued than usual. They are tranquil children anyway, so for them to be more subdued is quite the feat, but they accomplished it.
In an effort to get them to drink more, I invented a drinking game.
The kitchen was a disaster, so before we could play the games I had planned, we needed to clean it up.
Keith and Faye washed the counters.
We took a shot of Gatorade while chanting "chug, chug, chug, chug!" for each person's turn.
Keith and Faye dried the counters.
We took a shot.
Keith helped me wash all the bowls in the sink.
We took a shot.
We washed all the bowls.
We took a shot.
Faye put all the silverware in the dishwasher.
We took a shot...etc.
It was a lot of fun to have them helping me clean up, and to help them drink more water. As we were cleaning, Keith asked if it was time for lunch yet. It wasn't even 11! I told him when the whole kitchen was cleaned, it would be time for lunch. At 11:15 I started making mac and cheese. Because when you are sick, you get to pick the menu. That is how it works around here.
We had lunch, and then I was surprised when both Keith and Faye told me they were ready for their naps. At 11:45! Usually I have to fight them to take naps, and it doesn't happen until at least 1:30. It was a very nice change of pace, yet another reminder of them being sick.
When they woke up, it was time to celebrate.
Did you know today was National Drinking from a Straw Day? It was also Festival of Sleep Day, Fruitcake Toss Day, and Humiliation Day. To celebrate Festival of Sleep Day, we stayed in pajamas all day long. Because again, if you are sick, you have that option. That is how it works around here. We didn't have any fruitcakes to toss, though I sort of wish I did. How fun would that be?! And I just choose to ignore Humiliation Day. No one likes to be humiliated, right? Besides, the bomb I received last night should count for that. Unfortunately.
To celebrate National Drinking from a Straw Day, we did some crafts with straws and marshmallows.
And we drank from straws.
Faye ate her marshmallows and played with the straws, but Keith got down to business and actually spelled out his name. I was so proud.
I found a holiday for every day of this month, and am planning on incorporating those holidays into our school time. Who needs preschool when there is a holiday to celebrate every day, and a mom who loves to celebrate for any and every reason possible?!