I caught a summer cold, compliments of my kids.
They are thoughtful like that.
I managed to hit Jazzercise Saturday morning, but my throat was miserable.
Sunday, I was dragging and my perfect staging abilities - our house is on the market - was hampered. I let the house relax a bit while I sunk into the couch.
Of course, my slacker tendencies meant I left for a movie with the house less than perfect AND someone wanted to see it.
Doh. I hate that.
But like always, I am doing the best I can on any given day. And sometimes that's not saying a whole lot.