Winter of discontent

When I said I would post everyday, I didn't mean the weekend silly! Trying to blog on the weekends is like trying to wear a ball gown to the dentist, it's wildly inappropriate, and inconvenient with a house full of boys who constantly need attention. 

This past weekend wasn't awesome, and not really blog worthy any way. Husband got a respiratory infection fever on Saturday night, right at the exact moment I was wishing something heavy would fall on him for being such a asshole all day long. At least his terrible demeanor can be explained...sort of. Meanwhile, I have started to recover from this terrible flu and am feeling much better, yay me!

Someday maybe everyone won't be sick at my house, and we can actually have fun again. The highlight of my weekend was washing my hair on Saturday night. I was really decadent and outrageous and spent the time to blow dry (only because everyone else was sleeping). Then there was my glamorous trip to the grocery store, which I got to do alone, also another embarrassing luxury. This is when I realized that my life is not that fun right now.

Most kids sleep with a teddy, a blankie or some sweet stuffed creature. My kid cuddles with his light Saber.