Yes, I went to bed last night knowing that my body had given up the fight and I, too, had fallen victim to the dreaded Plague.
But, I survived today.
For the most part, the kids took it easy on me and we had mac n' cheese from a box for dinner. Well, they did. Fortunately for HH, he had a work dinner.
I'm not sure if it was a Joyful Moment, but a moment I'm really grateful for is when Little M asked me "what's that burning smell?" I replied that it was probably just something on the burner, under the saucepan. Then I looked over to check and there was Baby B, sitting on a stool with the unopened box of mac n' cheese laying on the burner, next to the now-pushed-aside saucepan.
As in, about to start on fire.
Thanks to Little M's acute nose, disaster was averted. I just had to sort out a few burned noodles.
So much better than what could have been.
But, like I said, the feeling was more one of relief and gratitude than joy.
I guess my Joyful Moment would have to be selling our old dresser on Craigslist today. This means someone else is going to come take it off our hands and we got some money for it! Yay!
Wishing you all Joyful Moments and fire-free evenings!