Silent (Day and) Night

I had a terrible cold this past weekend. Tis the season, you know? Well as usually happens when I get a cold whilst being terribly busy and stressed out . . . I have lost my voice. 

Not just a croaky, froggy sounding lost my voice. Oh no, dearies, when I do something I really DO something - I have gone full blown laryngitis level of lost my voice. I can hardly manage a whisper. 

I feel ok, I just can't create sound. I know what you are thinking: "I'll bet Paul LOVES this - she finally shut herself up!"

I have found that keeping Emma alive has become far more difficult. I can't scream "EMMA, NO!" across the house anymore when she does something like, oh . . . you know, chews on the Christmas tree lights like a rabid animal.

Lexi got into trouble before ballet class this morning for pulling a little girl down off something she wasn't supposed to be climbing on (Lulu is BIG into enforcing rules- she just isn't great at following all of them). Have you ever tried to discipline when your child cannot hear you over their wailing? Our little spectacle delayed the start of class for a full 13 minutes. Embarrassing.

I did go to work and I have to tell you my 5th graders were just awesome. I am totally going to fake not having a voice in the future. They know me pretty well and were telling each other what to do the exact way I would have. They helped give instructions for assignments and bossed each other around better than I could have done. They even threw in a few "Seriously?" remarks, for good imitation measure.

My voice will be back soon (I hope!) as will regular blogs and pictures. And in case you were wondering, I do not think silence is golden.