A holiday called the flu.

Mmm, I made gingerbread waffles. I think I'll eat them for lunch too.
Yesterday was very different than today. Yesterday we woke with a panic since we'd slept 15 minutes too late and now would be rushing to get Riley off to school in time. Then after nursing, pumping, and nebulizing Lola, I got around to feeding myself. Before I know it, half the day is gone and it's nap time for Kate. And very soon after it's time to wake Lola from her nap to go pick up Riley from school. It was drizzling. I failed to notice how significant it was. It was significant enough for Riley's class to stay in their room rather than come out to meet the van's driving throught to puck up their kids. By the time I realized this I was 15 minutes late to get Riley. I did not want to get all the kids out in the freezing drizzle to trudge the 1/2 mile from the parking lot to the door.
Also, something we've growned accustomed to is Lola's crying that I had feared mightbring her to unconsciousness while we sit in the van and wait for Riley. It used to make me crazy with concern for her, especially when I can't get her out of her seat to hold her. I just take deep breaths now.
Anyway, a kind teacher saw my predicament and went to the office and got Riley for me, but informed me that next time I just need to gather my kids and go inside to get her. So that was a lesson learned.
Got home. Fed Lola. Started dinner. Nathan should be walking in the door any minute, but he called me to say he'd run out of gas. Thankfully there was plenty out in the shed, so I put that in the van, turned off the stove, woke poor Lola and put kids in the van, and went off to rescue Daddy. All the while, stress was building as I wondered how in the world I would manage to get the groceries that evening with such a hickup in the schedule. I figured I could skip dinner to go and get them before I had to feed Lola again. Then I smacked myself up side the head and reminded myself to take deep breaths and remember that we can make anything work.

Well, today feels liks a holiday in comparison. Today Riley has a fever. I do hate that for her. BUT I do love that I got to stay in bed until 7:15, got the waffles ready in a relaxed manner, and I love just knowing that I don't have to interrupt any of Lola's naps. We think it's the flu caught from our cousins, but it seems to be a very mild case, since we got the mist a while back. Riley is just coughing and staying around 100.2. Cartoons have been on all morning. And I do have food for a good dinner, so all is well. :) I'm grateful for a little fever to come along and slow things down a bit.
Sweet Claire started making cards for Riley as soon as she found out she was sick. And now she keeps offering to give Riley a tattoo or bring Riley some food. She was even dancing and singing trying to make Riley laugh. It's precious how she wants to make her sister better. She's a sweet one.