Due to Spring Break next week, we celebrated St. Patrick's Day today in preschool. We made leprechaun milkshakes and ate lucky charms. It was all magically delicious.
Then I came home and threw up my milkshake and lucky charms. It was not magically delicious. I was hoping that because I got the seasonal and swine flu shots that I would escape the flu that Ben and David got. We obviously got something not in the shot. Figures.
My husband came home early from work and picked up the kids from school. He knows all too well how I feel and he knew I couldn't handle two kids and a baby while my head is in the toilet. I love him.
Then, I read my Aunt Linda's blog about it being 70 degrees in Illinois. I was jealous.
Then, out of no where, David went to let Rocko out and this is what he saw.
An hour later...
The forecast wasn't even calling for snow, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Yet, I am. This is Arizona after all.
It's my turn to feel better.
And, my turn to feel some sunshine.