Last night, I couldn't sleep because my stomach was cramping. Details, details, details. That's me skipping over all of those. Definitely I caught something that someone somewhere had, and now I'm taking an official rest day from everything, except this blog post, I guess.
It's 1:15, and I'm finally sipping some lemon-lime Gatorade, my first intake of the day.
The great things about a rest day are the books you can read without feeling guilty. Mostly I slept all morning, being woken up by an occasional toddler pouncing on my head. From their perspective, it must be crazy to not jump on the head of someone lying completely still in the same room as you. Crazy! So I sat up and got to work on this.
Thanks, Katniss, for making this day slightly better.
And if that doesn't work, I can just find random screen shots like this in my photo stream. This is a conversation between my husband and eight-year-old daughter. He was trying to teach her how to message him. Looks like she caught on.
This kid cracks me up.