No Rest For Mama

I have come down with the beginnings of a cold, and I just feel run down. I am fondly remembering the days when I fell ill that I actually got to rest and recuperate and drink myself into a Thera-Flu induced coma. Now, when I'm sick, I am usually caring for other sick children, waking up several times in the night to feed a fussy, teething baby, and laying in bed listening to John run up and down our hardwood-floored halls and shooting down the house with the gun Mike bought him.

My only condolence is that Mike is working on the fence today, and we can finally say good-bye to the horizontal screen door that has been there since last year to keep John from escaping.

Someone check me into a hotel room, please.

Amy