Sick

It’s always a problem being sick, especially trying to manage schedules. Last night, I crawled into bed by 5 pm. I’d had enough. Life went on around me and the kids were getting ready to pixie our neighborhood family for the week. Peyton worked to make a card for the family. She didn’t take a picture but it was a sloth with a Santa hat! She even wrote a poem that I helped with.

She called out to Brandon, “Mommy is dying”. Brandon called out to me: “mommy, there’s food downstairs if you want!”

Good ole Brandon, worried about food. Whereas Peyton is worried about my health and well-being.

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