Ugh. I'm sick.

See?

That picture was taken last night, and I am in the exact same place right now. I should probably take a shower, actually. But American Pie 2 is on, and it's really funny. Especially the superglue part.

I worked this week for the first time in awhile. 2 whole days. It was exhausting. I have a whole semester of that kind of labor ahead of me. I spent part of that time working on my super classy office wall art. See my super classy swiffer handle and $7 IKEA floor lamp? Only the best for my office.


I felt okay yesterday going to the gym, dropping Harry off at school, watching Jack fall asleep sitting up on my bed while I took a shower (which should have been a clue that maybe he didn't feel so good, huh?) taking the boys downtown to have lunch with Ben, and tucking Jack in for his afternoon nap. Sometime during MTV's Teen Mom marathon, which I watched while folding the laundry and periodically running downstairs to reassure my Scooby-Do watching Harry that the villains were not real, I started to feel like total crap.

When Jack woke up, I realized that he, Harry, and I all had 99.something degree fevers, and Harry had/has a wicked cough. I felt so terrible, all I could do was use one of the kids beanbag chairs as a pillow and lie on the floor with my quilt watching them play.
Jack climbed up on Harry's bed and threw all the pillows and blankets on the floor. Then he stood on the edge of the bed talking to himself

Before I realized what he was doing, he flung himself off the bed onto the pillow pile

He loved it

Jack has also developed a love for this dinosaur, whom he calls "Raaar."

For some reason, the sight of him feeding himself like a little man is irresistible to me.

Every night before I go t bed, I sneak into the boys' room and cover them up. Sometimes I cup one of Jack's huge, hot feet in my hand and shove it back under his Buzz Lightyear blanket, and I almost always remove Harry's comforter from his face. The other night, I also took pictures: