Dude. That’s sick. Except in this case it’s not a good thing. We’ve been sick. All of us. One after another we’ve come down with the good old fashioned fever-chills-aches influenza. Yuck. Its taken over a week each to get over it, too. I finally feel better just in time for the baby to come down with a week’s worth of fever and crabby. Holy crabby. That boy is pretty cranky sometimes, and that’s when he’s feeling well. JC with a fever is just about enough to lock yourself in a closet for a week until he’s better.
Daddy had to be gone this week for National Guards, so I’ve tried to fend for myself as best as I can. Mostly that means I have to cook, which I am notoriously bad at. Hooray for frozen food. The kids each missed a week of school, and I can tell you I am SO glad to have them back in again. Some parents look forward to weekends, but often I do not. I have some sort of routine during the week, but with everyone home all day long, the routine gets off. I get nothing done. Or less than nothing. I get behind. It doesn’t take much in this house to be behind in everything. Even when my house is “clean” it isn’t clean. Not invite-your-neighbors-to-drop-by clean. I don’t think I’ll ever be there. Maybe once the kids are in college….