You know those days? All bundled up, wearing a sweater under my bathrobe. A pair of slipper socks under my slippers. And spending the morning in bed (yeah, with all that clothes on) with my two nice warm quilts.
And if I lie very, very still, I get to the point of feeling warm. Then I move, and start shaking violently because I am so very cold.
I got up to check on everyone, and my feet feel like blocks of ice. I have them happily watching a Mathtacular DVD. The bigger guys are doing some mathletics. And I'm going back to bed.