Moms aren’t supposed to get sick. It’s in the manual, just look under “Acts of God and Other Inconceivables.” But once in a while, it happens: Someone comes to you in the middle of the night and hits you between the eyes with a blivet, sending chills coursing through the body and leaving you aching from stem to stern.
My hair hurts. *Whimper.*
My dear husband dropped off the kids and picked up the cookies I was supposed to have baked today for “Young Authors” tonight. Also some hotdogs and buns so he could cook tonight the way God intended men to cook: over open flame.
Me, I”m trying to figure out what will slide down my sandpaper throat. Time for some soup! I found this recipe over at “Healthy Mama’s Kitchen” for her Clove Broth Soup. Sounds like a winner . . . don’t you think?
Bless you heart! That sound exactly like the post that I wrote (on my family blog) when I made up the soup recipe. I really hope it helps. I have to say I was surprised how soothing it was for me. Thanks for letting me know your appreciation. It’s always nice to feel appreciated;)
God Bless your healing!
the food is the best thing