This morning was one of those mornings. I woke up with a headache and gook in my lungs. I knew Sweetheart G wasn't going to school (yesterday the snot fairy blessed her with copious congestion), but I thought Little e could go... of course Little e thought otherwise. (Should it really take 20 minutes to eat half an English muffin? The girls and I differ on this point.) After wrestling the girl through breakfast, I looked out the window at the ice covered sidewalk and the 20 degree dark morning air. After reminding Little e to blow, not snuffle (for the millionth time that morning) I thought.. "I don't want to go out." We all have colds. There is no point. "Little e" I said, "You are sick. Go back to bed." "Yay!" she cheered and ran back upstairs. Could she have gone? Probably. Do I feel guilty? Not at all. I crawled back into bed and stayed there for 2 more hours. I emerged from my semi-coma in a much better frame of mind, body, and spirit.
Of course staying home meant I didn't do the second round of painting with the kinders. The project is on hold until January. So, today turned into a quiet day at home. I finished my Blurb book. It will be late for Christmas, but that's okay. All but two of my Christmas parcels are ready to mail, and the USPS is scheduled to pick them up tomorrow. (Gotta love that service!) And, blessings upon blessings, school has been cancelled for tomorrow. We are expecting another big (for us) storm. Huzzah! I can sleep in!