Pollyanna

The good thing about laryngitis is that when Isaac's home, he has to do all the talking and reading to Ellie. (Now if only he was always home...) Yesterday afternoon, I really couldn't speak at all, and Ellie has a hard time understanding that (Little Miss No-Unspoken-Thought). So what would a good mother do in that case? Go Christmas shopping! All by myself! I figured it was nicer than being home with her and not talking to her. It was wonderful, although some store clerks thought I was either rude or odd. One whispered back, "I don't know why we're whispering." I thought, "Actually, I'm shouting!" Anyway, then I came home, Isaac went to work, and I watched VeggieTales with Ellie and put her to bed early. That worked.