I’m sick.

Miserable, whiny, notshuttingupaboutit sick.

Obviously, my kids have not seen this sign, which I placed in my front yard Monday:

Just kidding. We live in the desert, remember?

Anyway, I am holding my “Where’s Mom” count at 11.

Yup, holdin’ steady.

Not fair, you say?

You’re not the one with a red nose, chapped lips, and sunken-in eyes.

Seriously, it’s not so much the vanity. I’m just too tired to find the camera and round up the little guys.

So come back next week.

Promise it’ll be a good one.

For some real “Where’s Mom?” pictures, go visit Carin and her adorable hockey-playing boys!

Tagged as: 52 weeks, Mom