Sick. I'm usually ale to thwart the little illnesses my children bring home, but once a year, I get it. And its always a doozy. There has been lots of TV watching by the kids (TV is usually off limits during the week) and endless snacking. "Mom I'm still hungry they'll shout from the kitchen. "Have whatever you want," I'll say. "Really?" They ask. Yes. At least I can watch them take joy in the out of the ordinary as I slowly make my way back to life.