I feel so craptacular I am pretty sure (even though I lack the male appendage) I have caught manflu.
Bug boy has a raging respiratory infection. At least the other two males in the house are on the mend (from their manflu at least, one of them has cracked ribs and a back strain from football) So it's fun times in the crayon box right now.
The girl child decided I needed a picture to cheer me up. (as you can tell from her pic, she is currently revising angels)
Her manga drawings are getting better, she draws better when she's recreating a picture she can see....but her ability to create from her mind is improving vastly as you can see from this one. (I know she created this one herself as the girl in the picture has no boobs.)
And now I must return to my laundry and try to shift the remaining stubborn stains in three football jerseys, before I collapse on the couch with the kids to watch documentaries on WWI. Because that's about all the schooling I can summon from my codral addled brain today.