In the beginning it was just a little chest cold and some sinus pressure, and I was a really good sport. Then somewhere along the line it turned into this bronchial, beginnings of pneumonia plus a sinus infection sort of thing.
When I look back, I really don't know how we've made it through the past month. The kids have pitched in the best they can trying to get along, bake cookies on their own, and even doing the dishes - including the hand washing and pots and pans without being asked.
Me? I've just been trying to put out one fire at a time. A load of laundry here (mostly pajama bottoms, t-shirts and school uniforms) a crock pot dinner there. I've lived on this soup for days at a time - you have to add a can of spicy v-8 juice to it. All this time sewing pads and stippling a few small quilts for a local shop. Sara and I did manage to get some Valentine cards made for her class and I did make a lemon cake for the kids and Diego to celebrate the day. They didn't even mind that the red icing turned orange when it soaked into the yellow cake.Today, I woke up and told my husband, "I think the little man is gone." He thought I was delirious and asked, "What little man? " To which I replied, "The little man that has been sitting on my chest." I guess that second round of antibiotics and the steroids are starting to kick in. I was actually able to read a few blogs this morning and add a post here. Maybe I can get to sweeping that dusty floor and throwing in another load of laundry.
photos staged and taken by Sara