One of the things about being sick with the same thing as your kids, you start to understand WHY they were doing things like not eating much or asking for a drink ALL THE TIME.  I'm just sayin'.

All week I'd done the "right" thing–I'd gone to bed early, to get my rest. Only to lie awake for several hours and not sleep well at all. So last night I stayed up WAY too late at church, painting a mural for this event I'm part of on Saturday night.  (Too vague for you? Longer version: We have Missions Conference this week. We're doing an event to give the people of the church a "taste" of the missionaries visiting us this time. They get a passport and take it around to various rooms where they learn a bit more and do a fun activity. I'm in charge of the Kenya room. We thought it'd be "easy" and "fun" to decorate part of the room with a mural of the grasslands and let the kids color the animals and put them on the mural. After all, it's the grasslands. How hard can painting grass be?!?  It is neither easy nor fun. I'm wishing my talented sister was in town who could do it for help me. And am in more awe of her talent.  And trying to remember it's not about ME or MY abilities, that is not the point of this event. Let it go!) Anyway, I'm feeling the best I have all week, even with being at the church painting until midnight. So much for the "right" thing? 

Today I lost my voice. For most of the day I could only whisper.  Which sometimes caused the kids to whisper back. Other times it just made Alex run away and get into more things.