Ughhhhh. Moan. Complain. Whine like an infant. I don'ts feels goods. The boys woke up snot covered and sounding like Marge Simpson, and I woke up with the worst of the worst for me; a sore throat. And who do I turn to in my time of need? My good ol' pal, tea. Ignoring the fact that I drink at least 3 cups of tea min. a day regardless of being sick, it always manages to make me feel a little better. And bonus points for my cute puppy mug.
You can thank me for the lack of pictures of the snotty kleenex mountain my children are creating.