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On Friday I got sick. 

Really sick

(Don't worry my beloved readers... this is not a whining/pity post).

Although really sick doesn't even scratch the surface of what Friday was.

I was delirious.

and not in the good..." I took too much cough syrup way..."

 (not that I have ever done that..... er.... much)

Anyways,

back to the point.

Dusty forewarned our beautiful little girls that I was a mess.

They got up. 

Got themselves breakfast.

Dressed themselves. 

Hopefully brushed their teeth and hair 

and got on the bus.

I was in bed. 

and

unaware of what was going on.

Mother of the year award please!

(but it gets better)

At some point (most likely at 1045) Lucy arrived home.

I say most likely because I have a very responsible friend who drives Lucy home from school.

I do not know though.

I was still unconscious.

She must have gotten herself a snack and watched TV.

(I know this from my keen observations I made on Saturday.... crumbs on the floor and YTV on the TV)

Ellie arrives home from school.

I do vaguely remember this...

She was kind enough to come in and check on me. 

She got me more drugs.

(yes I know my drug cupboard should be out of reach from children 

but ..... Mother of the year award #2 or 3)

and ginger ale.

She then left with her shirt over her nose

 (she is a bit of a germ-a-phobe..... 

I don't know where she gets that from)

They had a scheduled play date with the neighbour girls. 

At some point they were picked up.

and then again,

 at some point, 

my father came 

bringing food for the kids 

and soup for me 

and to do the chores.

I don't really remember him being here.

I know he was here

 because 

there was food in the fridge and french fries in my bed.

(which I was unaware of until Saturday when I changed my bedding.....

apparently 

Penny who was sick with me 

became a trader and got better 

and decided to eat and sleep and drink ginger ale with me.... 

in my bed..... 

which again, I was unaware of....)

So... 

The kids came home sometime that night 

and woke me up 

and told me they were home.

Ellie says 10 well 9 

so I'm not sure when they got home.

but

 I guess the important part is

 that they got home.... 

probably from a play date that I was supposed to pick them up from....

OOPS!

The point of this really flattering tale is apparently 

1) I have either raised really mature self-sufficient kids or 

2) my job is not as hard as I make it sound to dusty 

(hopefully he doesn't read this thing) or 

3) I should take more days off and actually enjoy them!