“MOMMY THERE’S WHITE ON THE GROUND!!!”
“Sorry to disappoint guys, but it’s frost, not snow,” I said as I forced myself to wake up.
They were so excited when they looked outside – Frost on our ugly front yard grass that goes dormant and brown in the winter. They didn’t care, though. They threw coats and boots on to go check it out and crunch for a few minutes and promptly came inside to crash on the couch with low fevers and coughs and stuffy noses for the morning.
It felt so good not to take anyone anywhere today. 14 drop-offs and pick-ups each week is starting to get to me. Nick still woke up first and got everyone else up, but it was nice to watch some PBS holiday specials and take our time making oatmeal and just hang out and play without an agenda. Sometimes, often really, I think that sickness does serve the purpose of a forced slow down. Usually when we need it most.