So, I just felt like absolute poop today. We're all coming down with a cold and I had a huge day looming ahead of me; homeschool picnic for True, art lessons for Annie and then piano lessons for the both of them. True had a small fever though this morning, and so I didn't take him to the picnic. I was honestly relieved. But I knew I had to do the art lesson and the piano because we haven't been to either in so long. And I was just so tired and dreading art. All of my muscles hurt including my feet and ankles. Isn't that strange? My ankles have been hurting in the night. I don't know what that's about.

Although, I will say, not that I'm glad to be sick, but that I am hoping that maybe that's why I've been so tired lately. Better to be tired from a cold than from ms. Anyway, I dragged myself to art with Annika (we both take from a Polish lady in Ames) and I was so glad I went. I just lost myself in my painting. A hobby can be so refreshing. I didn't have to worry about anything else for that hour - just mixing colors to make new colors and finding the right strokes to make the right effect. We stayed twenty minutes past the end of the lesson and then we walked to the coffee shop to get a juice box and iced mocha with a double shot. I feel so revived!

Then when I got home, the piano teacher called to cancel because she too has a cold, so here I am with time to blog. I'm so happy to say that this day has gone much better than I thought it would when I grumpily was woken up by the girls at seven.