So I've been sick. (Oh, did I tell you? I'm usually not one to complain...)
I have been doing the bare minimum which for me means school, laundry and the basics of the dishes. Everything else is just gravy. As long as I have those things covered, I figure we'll survive. (That and Adam has been bringing home dinner every night.)
I told Braeden--well I wrote it--that he should be an awesome husband like his dad someday.
I haven't been talking to my kids. I really wish they all knew sign language. I learned a little in college and I keep wanting to sign to them--I'm remembering things I forgot I knew--but they don't know sign language.
Between the three of them, they're pretty good at understanding my charades though. Also, I had Mark sit next to me and read aloud what I wrote. Emma said he was the figurehead.
Normally I must spend a lot of time talking to them because in all my free time I've taken up watercolor painting.
I've painted Mark doing math by the fire:
the living room:
OK, that was a lie. I got a new app called Waterlogue. I take pictures with my phone and then the app turns them into watercolor looking pictures.
I want to clean my bathrooms and vacuum and take a walk with my friends and talk (and even sing) and laugh and eat a plate of nachos.
Instead I'm trying to rest and get better and not talk and eat soft and pliable foods.
(That and lie on my blog about skills I don't have.)