Here I'm plying little sickies with nibbles of toast and sips of water after a particularly sad day in which at one point I stood just watching waves of green puke cascade across the floor like an outbound tide. Part of me was thinking, "Run! Towels!" but another, tireder part was thinking, "Wow, that's really green." (Part A won out after a minute.)
The kids worked together to play cards and build marbleworks and conduct magic duels a la Harry Potter. (We are a family who has actual rules regarding which spells are fair game.)
February is my other most-hated month of the year. But I'm sick of being sick, sick of hating winter. I'm all geared up to make some fun.