Sleeping With Bread Monday

I'm happy to report that I have been feeling better and better each day, and that I am still the only member of our little family that was sick with the flu. I cannot tell you how grateful I am for this, because I can only imagine how awful it would be to care for a three year old who was sick like I was. Awful.

So, for the things I am least grateful for this past week, I'd have to say the flu, fevers, and all the other stuff that goes along with being a mom of young kids and being sick. One day I couldn't even get the kids to school because one of our cars didn't work so Stu took the one that did work to work and there was no way I could walk them to school. I thought about getting them a ride from a friend, but in my delirious state, all I could think of is getting a phone call that my dear daughter was in the school office with the flu and I needed to come get her and how would I be able to do that? The enormity of this single thought drove me to tears (I do cry alot when I have the flu) and I hugged both kids and told them they had a play day together. They played so well together, building a fort in the living room and coming in for frequent cartoons and crackers.

So I am most grateful for my health. Nothing like being sick makes being healthy seem like such a sweet blessing. Today, my head does not hurt, my body does not ache, and I am a normal temperature. I can think of food and not feel sick. I can eat food and not be sick. I am also very thankful for my family, who really took care of me. Sally was especially great, bringing me water, putting her cool hand on my head and giving me the "sorry you are so sick" look, and praying for me. She's the best. Stuart came home early from work with Happy Meals for the kids and then went to the store and kept the house together. Samuel, well, he stayed out of my way and didn't fight with Sally very much, which is about the best he can do right now.

Hope you are all healthy and looking forward to Christmas! One week to go!