I can’t remember where I read the comment that being home with sick children is like being a POW but it’s right on the money.
These two have high fevers (103, 104) and a full-blown case of the cranks (I think it’s technically called the flu). After some travel at the front end of the week I’ve been home and in Mother Mode for a couple of days. It’s apple juice, motrin, television, crying. Repeat. Ad nauseum.
The shot above is from one of my flights this week. Those clouds and those flights are a nice place to go in my head when Grace and Whit are screaming at each other about absolutely nothing for the ninth straight hour.
I’m going to New York tomorrow with Christina to meet up with Kendall and Quincy. It’s our version of an engagement celebration for MKM since we all missed the February festivities. I’m really sincerely hoping the nagging sore throat I have doesn’t blossom into what the children have. Am also a little concerned about Dad’s ability to manage these two for the 30 hours or so that I’ll be gone. I’m roasting a chicken for them right now and later have plans to make zucchini muffins which I’m going to bastardize with chocolate chips in the hopes that Whit will eat them (I promise, it’s yummy – kind of like banana bread but not banana-y … duh).

That’s the update from the Hot Zone.