I thought we might spend Saturday doing fun things—a walk around the lagoon, or maybe a morning trip to the zoo. I was hoping to try out a recipe for pumpkin cake, or possibly one for apple-cranberry crumble. Or both. I thought Dane and I might—finally!—do a bit of organizing in the kids’ playroom after they all went to bed. Rearranging shelves, that kind of thing.

Instead, Sadie came down with a fever last night, and Audrey had one this morning. “I’m sniffy!” Sadie said when she woke up, and laughed hysterically. “I’m so, so sniffy!”

Yes you are. Sniffy—okay, sniffly—with leaky eyes, too. Though it’s less hilarious now that we’ve wiped your nose eleventy billion times.

It’s just that, so far. Congestion and a bit of fever. Nothing scary, just sickish enough that we don’t want to take them out in the world, though they don’t want to do anything at home. They ate popcorn and drank chamomile tea, and maybe tomorrow they’ll wake up restored to their typical two- and three-year-old glory. We’ll be skipping church either way, just to be on the safe side.

And maybe I will try to bake that fruit crumble. Because if I’m only going to accomplish one thing off my list, it ought to be that. Don’t you think?