We've been thinking about having a cold over here for a while now and this morning it really hit us. Full on pajamas on the sofa and lots of sleeping. And we had to go to the church, the children and I, to switch all the Christmas decorations around to winter ones (blue and silver, mostly). But I think children need to get out of the house anyway, even if they're sick. The endless energy must go somewhere.
Sick time means chicken soup and blankets. It means hot lemon and honey and warm baths and clean sheets on all the beds. It is comfort and sleeping. And hopefully it means getting better quickly.
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