Today I am greatful for the couch. Last night I started to not feel well. I think that I am finally getting what everyone else has. So I made dinner and fed the children. It was my hubby's late night to work so he was't expected until 7. I curled up on the couch with Max under a nice fuzzy blanket. I do not remember my husband coming home. He did though. I was sleeping. He straightened the kitchen and got the children to bed. He carried me into my bed where I promptly returned to sleep.
This moring I awake to a stuffed up head which aches and to a very sore throat. I am just grateful for that comfy couch, which allowed me to drift off so easily. I am also thankful for my husband taking over where I left off.
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