It started off with a toasty little girl sadly snuggling into bed with me. She was obviously not well, but cried when I told her she couldn't go to school today. Her daddy stayed home with her - I think it was his first time ever staying home with a sick child - while I spent the morning at work.
On my way home from work, I stopped at Lowe's to buy some house fix-up supplies, and then stopped to put gas in my van, and then mailed some work stuff and got some popsicles for my little sickie.
I walked into the house to a miserable girl moaning on the couch and an impish boy driving his father crazy (hubby's turn for a tantrum). Hubby headed out to work, I made lunch for the kiddies, and we ate.
When my oldest got home, I assigned him the caregiver role and went to return a baseball uniform that my third-born no longer needs. After that was a stop at the bank and a mini grocery shop. My oldest was amazing again today - helped me carry in the groceries, and put most of them away.
By this point, I was feeling sleepy, so I cuddled with furnace girl for a bit and took a wee nap. I set my alarm, but was woken up too soon by my second-born phoning to ask if the friend he was visiting all afternoon could join us for dinner and attend the youth event with him tonight. Of course, yes, and I made sure that our awesome friend who was driving the boys to the event had extra space. I closed my eyes, and my alarm went off.
By this point, hubby was home and had gotten dinner started. I ran out to pick up my boy and his friend (who was very vocal about the messy state of my van, which is currently carrying everything that does not have a place in our house) and we came back for dinner. They and my oldest went out to youth group and I ate dinner and cuddled some more.
Watched some TV, got the girl up and around and fixed her crazy hair, and the boys were back from youth. I drove the friend home, came back home for some facebooking and singing, enjoyed an Epsom salt bath (despite the grumbles from my teen that he was planning to have a shower and I ruined his schedule), and finally I have made it back to my lovely bed.
It is time for my eight hours of rest, and then up and at 'em for another full day tomorrow!