We live.

It's Monday morning, and I'm mostly well. I have a few lingering flu symptoms - we'll just leave it at that - but I'm up, I'm dressed, and Sally is safely at school with a healthy, homemade lunch. These are very big accomplishments for me. This flu-cold illness has been a huge bummer. Sally and I were on the couch for literally five days, with this weekend dedicated to recovery, since we were both still very weak and not eating very much. We had to cancel our trip to visit my parents, a fact that Sally nor I wanted to face, and when we did face it, we held each other and cried at the injustice of getting sick during a school holiday. NO FAIR! No fair.

I need to get Samuel out of the house today, because the poor kid has been going stir crazy. He never got sick. Can you believe that? Here we are, with every flu and cold symptom you can have, and he was with us the entire week and never got sick. I had an entire day where I couldn't smell or taste anything. Not one thing. It was particularly sad since it was also the day that the nausia went away, so I could actually eat, but I didn't want to, because everything tasted like nothing.

Well, enough complaining. I'm going to find my purse, remember how to drive, and go to the park. But never fear! I'll leave you with a fun story: Samuel wouldn't stop talking last night, and since Stuart works early, and since I'm a great wife and mother, I took Samuel to his room and slept in his bed so he could talk to me some more. Seriously. I fell asleep to him talking to me. So in the middle of the night, Sally walks in and I tell her to go sleep in my bed. I got up and went to the bathroom, and came back to Samuel's bed and he's awake. No lie - I turned to tell him to go to sleep, and he says to me, "So Mom, let's talk about little elephants now."