in sickness and in hell

In August I got strep throat. I haven't had it since I was a teenager. It felt like I was dying. I was down for 3 days with fever, chills, lack of appetite, pain, extremely swollen glands, nausea, lethargy, and a very SORE throat. I couldn't believe how bad it was. Thank goodness for drugs (I'm talking about the strong antibiotic kind). Needless to say, my kids were like orphans during those few days while I laid in bed recovering. They dressed themselves, fed themselves, took care of themselves. My house looked like a train wreck: the kitchen counters and tables were covered in food debris, their bedroom floor was so covered in toys that the carpet wasn't visible, the bathroom was filthy. It was awful. I was wishing during those days that my mother would magically appear and come to my rescue, but alas, all the prayers didn't make that miracle happen. And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I discovered this:

Luckily for Micah, I was too sick to get really angry with him. But even a new school haircut the next week didn't cover up that one!