There is something wrong in our house when Greg's desk looks like this at 10:50 a.m. on a Sunday morning.
The girls and I stayed home from church to finish healing up (and we are all doing much better today). We were downstairs playing when we heard footsteps. I thought maybe Greg just nipped home during Sunday School to check on us, but by the time we got upstairs he was already in his pajamas and climbing in bed.
He pulled the hard duty of taking care of us sickies all weekend and is now out for the count!
I am glad he can take the day off to sleep and heal. The only problem is making up the 7 hours of appointments from today that he cancelled...