We had every intention of returning to the lake today to spend the night and wake up there to do some work. We are all three still coughing from the illness that we basically ignored all weekend. Now we're paying the price. Dennis said he was tired, and he spent the majority of his day snuggled under his covers and playing games and watching movies. I did the same. I tried to pack, but for every two minutes of packing, I had to spend ten resting. When David got home after nine, he was coughing too hard to speak, so we nixed our lake plans.
Dennis did come into the room after I finished reading a book to him, assumed his 'coach' pose (legs apart, one hand on hip, other arm extending a pointing finger in my direction) and said "stop that singing, Mommy" and walked away for a second to get another book. He immediately stepped back in and said "and you be careful with my book--it's breakable."
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