This weekend was a recovery weekend. Luckily , I was mostly the only one in need of recovery. Toddlers don’t seem to notice when they are sick and Josh seemed to be out of sorts for all of 24 hours before he started feeling better again.
To aid my recovery, on Saturday morning my sister picked up Riley to take her to see her great grand father. Frankly, I think she was pretty excited just at the idea of leaving the house.
Somehow, I don’t think that my company has been overly stimulating of late.
The weekend also involved other recovery activities like napping in the afternoon listening to the rain outside, a pancake breakfast and general couch potato-ness.
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