I am dead... tired. I finally caught the big bug that everyone in the household had been passing around for the last two weeks. I spent all day in bed yesterday (thanks Hubby for taking care of everything) and slept most of the day, on and off. I really hope this is the end of it and I don't infect everyone with some new bug that we'll pass around and around and around again. But I have to say, NyQuil liqui-gels totally rock. I hate popping pills so the fact that I am singing praises to pills, tells you how gross I feel. Hubby was such a good daddy, he took four of the five kids to church. He had to teach the lesson in Elders' Quorum yesterday so there was no staying home for him.
On Saturday night, I spent a good three hours working on invitations to the Relief Society birthday party Enrichment Night on the 16th. It hit us Saturday morning, during my meeting with Sharon, Stephanie and Christi, that there were only two Sundays until Enrichment Night and we HAD to have invitations! I wish I had a PDA in my brain so I would think of these things a little SOONER! The whole thing's been kind of a mess, with the presidency changing, but that's no excuse. So there I was on Saturday night, making invites. They were pretty cute. I had Hubby take them to church so Christi could pass them out to the sisters. He helped me cut them out. Such a sweetie.
The meeting was a good time. We planned some fun, ongoing Enrichment Activities like sewing and walking and going out to Dairy Queen and stuff. I really like Stephanie, the new 2nd counselor in the RS presidency. She says she's only been to Enrichment Night five times in her whole life so this will be a fun new experience for her. It reminds me of when Claudia was put in on the Enrichment Committee and she told me she was getting a new calling... trying to help me guess what it was, she said, "What is the one thing in church that I hate?" Ha! It was Enrichment night. Seems like you either love it or hate it.
That's all my sick-ridden brain can think of for now... no crocheted blankets coming after anyone's fingers, no soccer or basketball, no wet chewed-on shirts, no Korn folks coming after Hubby. Just me feeling gross.... bleah...!!