Now about the cold part. Lemonade. Pink. That's how I'm surviving. A big tall, fat glass of it in a plastic cup with lots of ice. Preferably from Zoe's. It comes with a lid and a straw (help keeps the "stinkin' bugs" out and I can wash it in the dishwasher). The other cold part is that my children have them. Sophie is yucky and runny and Christopher is congested and coughing. Brandon is gone and nobody will play with us and I can't drop them off anywhere b/c nobody wants sick children these days thanks to the swine flu fear we all have. So, at home, in the heat is where you'll find us. Or wandering around in the BX like lost puppies just trying to find something to do. Hey, at least nobody is throwing up. I can handle this as long as nothing gross happens. Just pray that Christopher won't bring back his little attitude he's been popping up on me lately. That I can't handle. Seriously, I don't know how to handle it! But I'm trying. Hey, that's all we can do right? I'm going to leave you with photos of what the little dirty ones have been up to while I was writing all of this. Just know that this is what they look like most mornings, until I can tackle them, wipe their faces and put less clothes on them.