I've Been Served

This weekend we enjoyed a fabulous getaway. The only problem...it started with a chest cold that moved its way north. The last two hours in the car were pretty miserable for me. From the backseat, Dayna cheerfully piped up, "Mom, when we get home, you are going to 1. take off your coat; 2. go to your bedroom; 3. get in bed; 4. let me serve you."

So here I am, in my jammies with the electric blanket on. Dayna has made me a piece of cinnamon toast, brought me a warm washcloth for my forehead, an ice pack for my back (don't know what she was thinking...a heating pad would be a lot cozier, but hey...she's serving me), and a little handheld massager propped behind my neck.

Thanks, Dayna! I feel so much better now :)