I am trying to bravely soldier on, but I suck at that. I'm hoping that I can still take the kids out and run them, even if my mouth hurts like evil misery, because I would much, much rather have tired children who have run around in a park than I would hyper, cooped-up children. I just have to survive taking them out. Whining at them that Mommy is in pain doesn't better their behaviour any, I am finding, And if they just watch videos while I lie on the couch they become increasingly awful. So, God and all angels help me, we're going to the Farmer's Market this morning.