Oh, Funtastic.

We're sick.

Sorry for not having anything witty and funny or smart to tell you all. I'm not entirely sure how this happened. I went to teach an enrichment class and when I came home BAM! I was sick (no Emril added).

Then I went to bed and got up 4 times during the night to calm the Boy down because he doesn't feel good and can't sleep and when I finally stormed out of bed for the last time around 7ish the next morning I was shamefully confronted with his crusty, snotty nose and I felt awful.

(It's hard some times to remember that he's not torturing me for fun, he's not diabolical in any way.)

Anyway. So he and I hung out yesterday, he played and I watched West Wing (my lovely sister loaned me the complete series and I'm up to season 5). We napped and cuddled a lot under soft soft blankets so all in all, this might be the most pleasant convalescence I've had in quite some time.

Certainly more pleasant than this one.

Anyway. Since that's all that's going on over here, I thought you'd like to see the kind of madness that occurs when we both get sick, so here you go...