Since this blog claims to be an "inside look" into our family I thought I'd share something personal. Once a month I get knocked down hard for about a day and half. This means that Daniel has to step up to the plate more than usual, handling meals, bath time, bedtime, and getting the kids up for the day.I still have to function somewhat and sometimes, due to unfortunate timing, I even have to drag myself off the couch and get the kids to appointments. Whenever possible, though, during those times when my guts are killing me and I feel (in the immortal words of my mother) like "death warmed over", I try to stay in a horizontal position, stuffed with Advil, and focus on the only surefire cure...chick flicks and chocolate.
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