I woke up feeling pretty awful this morning. Cambria had an upset stomach last night, and I either caught something from her or am just the most awesome mom ever through my ability to transfer my children’s pain away from them and onto me. I’m claiming the latter. (Although in all honesty, I’m wondering if living in Tokyo has been getting us sick more often. I know everyone gets sick in the winter, but we’ve had more colds in the past two months than I think we’ve had in the past two years.) (But three cheers for strengthening our immune systems!) (I’m not sure if I should confess having eaten way too much cookie dough yesterday…) (My best friend just suggested that I partook in a cookie dough cleanse. I can deal with this.)
After dragging myself out of bed for the second time, I texted an aromatherapist friend of mine. Her family lives on a Naval base in Japan, and the two times we’ve visited them so far, she has had natural remedies ready for everything we’ve thrown at her. I sent her a list of the five essential oils I have at home plus my symptoms, and within five minutes, she had sent me the recipe for my cure. Check out her blog here; I only wish I was as awesome as she is.
My sweet sweet husband had the day off from school, so he offered to take the girls out for the morning. I made myself a second mug of green tea, mixed up my oils, rubbed them all over myself (best feeling evarrrrr), and settled in on the couch to let Fran Drescher’s dulcet tones lull me into my happy place.
I swear, my kids are so much better behaved when Leslie is the one in charge. They came home right at nap time, and slept for nearly three hours. Madeleine never sleeps that long. Ever. Thank goodness for small miracles. (Maybe. I’m a little worried that she slept so long because she’s fighting something off.) I was able to peel myself off the couch in enough time to make dinner for our Bible study with Mariya tonight. Before bed, I slathered the girls and myself with lavender to ward off whatever this is, and am about to hit the hay myself.
There is really no point to this post, except that you should go check out Jessica’s blog, my husband is wonderful, and I love The Nanny.