This morning when we woke to a winter wonderland outside and a huge flock of red winged blackbirds I thought we’d better go take advantage of what may be the last good snow day.
So during breakfast I took stock of the situation.
Ivy was better, but cranky from being cooped up.
Clara was not feeling as well as Ivy, but definitely on the mend.
And as evidenced by my multiple trips to the bathroom during breakfast, I was feeling decidedly worse.
Left with no option other than to survive the day I took the plunge…
…some herbal tea, a neti pot, a handful of Tylenol, a Diet Coke and it was snowman making time.
I helped with the snowman, held Clara, took pictures, and pretended I felt fine.
Faking it with Diet Coke.
It’s not the answer to a quick recovery, quite the opposite I’m afraid, but it gets us through the day!