The kids are sick - all of them. When they're flying high on Motrin, they're playing with the dog & yelling at each other. When we're on the down-side of Motrin, they're on the couch, covered in blankets, waiting for a story. I've tried but am getting little to no school done, today -- although we've read a few nice stories. 
Right now, I hear classical music drifting into the office as Dd#2 immerses herself in her passion of choice - piano. I don't know how sick she would have to be to not play for a day. She says a day without piano is like dying (she's a little melodramatic - Dave says she gets it from me).
Dd#1 was doing her passion, reading, until her eyes hurt so much she had to stop. Then she wanted to practice piano and instead of hearing classical music, it's Matchmaker music from Fiddler on the Roof.
The boys were feeling better and chasing each other with the dog's bone so that she was chasing both of them and didn't know which boy to get.
Then....the kids each started saying..."I don't feel very good." One by one they migrated to the couch and grabbed a blanket.
Right now, I hear classical music drifting into the office as Dd#2 immerses herself in her passion of choice - piano. I don't know how sick she would have to be to not play for a day. She says a day without piano is like dying (she's a little melodramatic - Dave says she gets it from me).
Dd#1 was doing her passion, reading, until her eyes hurt so much she had to stop. Then she wanted to practice piano and instead of hearing classical music, it's Matchmaker music from Fiddler on the Roof.The boys were feeling better and chasing each other with the dog's bone so that she was chasing both of them and didn't know which boy to get.
Then....the kids each started saying..."I don't feel very good." One by one they migrated to the couch and grabbed a blanket.
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