Macy - and other four letter words

We've had a week from he ... you know where.

Ayla has been so, so, so, SO sick. Like - fever, stuffy nose, coughing until she throws-up sick.

Poor baby. :(

Because of said sick baby, (and her 3 hour middle of the night crying spells/coughing fits) Greg & I have been so, so, so, SO tired. Like - 8 pots of coffee per day, can't be bothered to shower, forget your postal code (this actually happened) tired.

Poor mommy and daddy. :(

It's amazing how a sick baby has the ability to put life on hold. This week I had to miss 1 day of work (and Greg had to miss 1 too), cancel a dentist appointment, and skip a workshop I had been looking forward to for a long time.

But even the sickest baby can't cancel the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, which is kind of a big deal around here (I may or may not have created my November work schedule around today, ensuring that I had today off to watch the parade live).   

So, because it's a 'holiday' and because Ayla is sick, we threw all rules out the window. We ate our breakfast on the couch (don't tell Greg), stayed in our jammies all day (actually not an uncommon occurrence around here lately), and watched 3 consecutive hours of TV.

Happy American Thanksgiving y'all!