What a crazy week it’s been. I had two commercial shoots this week, which means nothing I’m allowed to blog. (Boo!) They went great, though that’s why you’ve seen nothing new pop up here on the blog. Oh and also, there haven’t been any new posts because I’ve been CRAZY sick. Like so sick, I just walk around the house mumbling, “I’m dying….” (I suppose I should set up a therapy fund in addition to a college fund for my poor kids.) Seriously though, it’s the kind of sick where you think, “Surely this has to be the worst of it, I’m sure I’ll be better tomorrow.” Then the next day you wake up EVEN WORSE. So today that was me, even worse and then Jocelyn trips, falls face first into Miles’ bed and bites her tongue super bad. Blood was pouring out of her mouth. (SCARY!) The consensus amongst 43 of my Facebook friends (two of which texted and called in their ruling) said to not run to the doctor because tongues are magical healing organs and there is nothing the office will do. Well, so far, no magical healing for Jocelyn’s tongue. She’s starving, can’t even nurse and can’t eat much past jello, poor thing. Oh and yea, she has the same super gross cold I do. I feel awful for her.

Oh and to top it all off, Jocelyn and I are going to be walking in a charity fashion show this weekend. That is if we aren’t still a pair of walking plague-ettes. Can this week be crazier? Poor Miles, he’s hanging in there. I missed his last Kindermusik class where he played the hunter in Peter and the Wolf and his VIP night at preschool. (The one he finally invited me, not John to. Blargh!) This cold is SERIOUSLY cramping my plans! Pplease wish us a crazy fast recovery.

So here I sit, with photos to blog and a house turned UP-SIDE DOWN, but I’m forcing myself to go to bed. It’s so hard to walk away from work un-done, but this immune system needs some major training wheels.