You ever seen that Seinfeld episode when the gang decides to skip the traditional "God Bless You" or the German alternative that I cannot spell in favor of what they think is the greatest blessing of all "YOU ARE SOOOOO GOOD-LOOKING!"?  Well, go ahead and tell me because I've got a COLD! 

"WHY LORD, WHYYYYY?????" (Snap out of it ,Jennifer -----ssssmack)

OK, I'm better.

I'm not allowed to dust.  Which creates an interesting problem for me.  If I clean a ceiling fan, I get pneumonia.  End of story.  If I empty a vacuum cleaner, I have to be careful.  Unfortunately, I wasn't careful and I knew this was coming before it ever got here.  Achoo.  I'm trying to figure out a way to clean my house without getting sick.  I would LOVE to hire a cleaning person but I guess I would have to sell my house to afford one.  There's some irony for ya.

So, I'm sitting here jacked up on Sudafed, trying to think of something to write. 

The nicest thing happened yesterday.  Twice.  After we finished our school work...oh let me back up.  Here's our current school schedule (because I'm not motivated):

Breakfast

Morning Chores

Clean Kitchen

Story Hour & Art

Bible (independently now)

Math

Language

Lunch

Finish up

They both have "vacationitis" so bad that math takes FORever.  So, Silent Reading has become just another work time so they can finish their assignments.

So yesterday, after we finished our work, we ran errands.  Dropped off about 7 or 8 renegade SUPERLATEGOTSHOVEDUNDERMYBED library books.  We probably need to take out a loan to pay our late fees.  Then -- here's the nice part -- we waited in line to mail out a package to my Grandmother.  (I crocheted a supersoft blanket for her and put in a few homemade oatmeal cookies and letters from the kids.)  My children were perfect angels (one of those rare moments) and we waited in line for a good ten minutes.  As we got to the front, the lady asked if they were all mine.  "Yes," I smiled.  She said "You've been truly blessed."  "You've been TRULY blessed."  She was very timid and spoke it under her breath but it did something to me.  It "got in".    I was walking on a cloud as we moved slowly (picture the children of Israel) out of the lobby past all the other patrons waiting in line.  I prompted Ava (3) to tell the lady goodbye and she did so at rockstar decibel levels and proceeded to do her queenly wave and goodbye to all the people she passed.  Each person lit up as we walked by.  It was such a sweet moment, there in my podunk post office. 

As if that were not enough to make my day, we traipsed over to Walgreens to pick up a pack of training pants (it's been about 3 weeks since my last purchase hurray for Ava!)  The checkout lady said "Your kids are so good!  You should see some of the kids that come through here."  She proceeded to tell me a horror story or two.  We laughed.   Again, I was floating on air.  My sweet sweet little angels.  (HA)

Well, the phone's ringing, dogs barking (I don't have a dog) and baby's crying so I better run.  Actually, the little ones are fighting over Ella's (5) project -- a crown suncatcher.  Ahh, there's nothing like a suncatcher.  The toxic smell of melting plastic coming from the oven.  That's what brings MY family together.

Achoo.  I am SOOOO good looking.