Mama is Sick

You know Mama is sick when she doesn’t knit while she lays on the couch, breathing like Darth Vader, barely moving except to sip her tea.

You know Mama is sick when she doesn’t care how many cookies we eat, as long as we are quiet.

You know Mama is sick when she doesn’t make any coffee for four days, but keeps drinking herbal tea without cream.

You know Mama is sick when she doesn’t write a blog post for days and days and days.

Poor Mama. Sinus infections make her so miserable.