It's 3pm. We're done with school for the week. Hallelujah.
I've been looking forward to the boys' PTO day tomorrow, hoping to get more Christmas prep done. Like, shopping for the boys without them with me. But my body is apparently going on strike. The cold that the boys have been passing around for a couple of weeks has apparently caught up with me. Fabulous. ( /sarcasm )
Let me just say this. It's miserable not to be able to breathe through your nose. At all.
And poor Tate! It's hard enough for him to hear and comprehend as it is, but I had to give him a spelling test today and he had no idea what I was saying half the time! He can't distinguish m from n anyway. And now my m's sound like b's. Lovely. So making sounds like baking. (Or braking. Or breaking. Whatever.)
Thag you very buch.