A thick blanket of fog is sitting over our house. We're all (except Matt) lined up on the couch breathing laboriously from our mouths, stuffy, eyes running, noses running, complaint filled and moaning.
A: Tell him not to talk to me!
R: Noooooooooooo.
A: I don't want him to touch my knights.
R: Noooooooooooo.
A: Tell her not to come here!
Me: If you can't be down here nicely and share your knights, then you need to play alone in your room.
A: It makes me sad when you say things like that.
Me: I'm sorry, but you need to be kind to your brother and share with him.
A: It makes me feel like you don't like me when you say that.
Me: You're welcome to come over and sit with me, but you have to be kind to your bother.
A: He might touch me if I sit over there.
R: Nooooooooooooooo.
A: I really love her (G) but I don't want her to touch me.
e: Please come sit with me and stop whining.
Its going to be a long day.
3 comments:
You posted this early this morning. I hope the day got better.
Ahhh....the beauty and bedlam of home schooling. First time visitor but have been enjoying my browse. :)
Anne,
It has been days since your post and I pray for you and the kids every time I scroll down the SF blog roll. My little ones are now 19 and 15 and I remember their "sick days" as being the hardest and loneliest. I am praying that God will give you supernatural peace and rest and that everyone will be feeling better very, very soon. (It helps to keep your expectations very low, so that getting at least one of them out of their pajamas is a huge victory!)
Peace,
AnnieCOA
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