Forgive my lack of blogging lately but:
Anya is snotty and coughing.
Lily is Lily.
I have a sore throat that I am willing away with the sheer force of my mind.
Mark's not home for DAYS, still.
But the girls go to Grandma's house tomorrow for 6 blessed hours. And I will either sleep or go see a movie (really want to see Juno) and try to not think about the kids that I love so dear.
It's not all bad, though. The girls are actually doing really well for the most part. Anya just crawled into my lap and said, "Lily say I sick. Say, 'Poor Princess.'" I obliged. Then she demanded, "Say, 'Poor Cinderella.'" So I did. She ended up with, "Say, 'Poor Tinker Bell.'" Then she spun around in the middle of the dining room until she fell down.
So life IS good. I just need to keep reminding myself of that.