I only died a leeetle.

Oh man, people.  OHHHHH MAANNN.  I do not even REMEMBER the last time I was as sick as this past week.  It was so brutal.  Now I totally understand the whole 'flu shot' thing.  Before I was like, "what? you get sick, and then you get better, who needs a shot?"  Now I'm like, I need that damn shot and I need it now!  (I swore, what?  I was SICK)  The sad part is that I am still totally not better.  I still feel like crap, BUT I can get off the couch, so that is total progress.  Does anyone else feel like when they nurse it takes FOREVER to get better?  I do.  And I hate it.  I'm sick and my body is like nooooooo and wanting to shut down and not eat.  And then my boobs are all foooooooood.  And in case you didn't know this about me, boobs ALWAYS win.  So it was a miserable experience and I STILL can't get full now that my supply is dwindling.

On Monday I was forced to can the strawberry jam before the strawberries got older.  Luckily, my awesome husband totally helped and we canned 45 half pints of strawberry jam, and it's good!

My house is basically the pit of despair.  Like, for real.  For some reason, when the husband stays home because mom is sick, they think it's just to make sure the kids don't die or something.  Not to clean, not to cook, oh no.  I really shouldn't say that, esp if he were to find out...I'd be busted.  He DID do some stuff, but I guess he's not super human the way moms are.  My estimate is that the house will continue to be the pit of despair for the rest of the week, because I totally still feel like crap.  oh, and because now Maya's got the fever.  She is a sad pile.

I am planning on commencing the whole usual blogging thing again.  It just so happened i haven't had a sense of humor in a week.