I don't know if it's the antibiotics or just the fact that this strep is a wicked force of nature out to make me stop moving, but I have been feeling just a tad.... spacey lately. Like, dizzy in a brain sense. Not so much a 'I stood up too fast' sense as much as a 'that train of thought that just made its way through my head is making my thoughts dizzy and now my hands seem unusually big'. A clear day seems other worldly bright, and I can't get over the pestering suspicion that a little goblin is running around my house hiding my socks.

Seriously. I don't know where all my socks went. Which is probably my sign that I need to wash my sheets. Seems like as soon as I wash my sheets, all the socks come out of the woodwork.

Don't ask me. I don't know how these things work.

But, outside of the sock situation, today has gone very well. Us homebodies all got a nap, the two oldest went to school and stayed there. No phone calls at noon dutifully reporting the presence of febrile stomachaches or marked lethargic moodiness. Also, we actually made it to the library today! Dare I say it, but it almost felt like one of those... what do you call them? Normal days! Adam grabbed his dinosaur book, Cole grabbed two fat cookbooks, while Andrew and Ben grabbed random picture books so that they could go look at the movie selection. All in all, we got away with a pretty hefty haul.

So now, Adam can tell me even more I didn't know about dinosaurs while Cole tries to tell me exactly what I will be making him for breakfast (this morning, it was icecream smoothies) while Andrew begs for movie time and Ben tries to use his hardcover as a shield in his new found sport of offensive wrestling.

But, at least they're not sick.