This is how it happened.
I fell ill with a weird cold during Easter weekend and haven’t gotten over it yet. Sarah got sick a couple of days ago. Emma got sick yesterday, as did Mark. We are a capital mess.
This is a first for us – getting sick at the same time that is. I’m actually thankful the girls are older and are relatively happy to camp out in front of the TV. I can’t imagine having to deal with this plague if they were babies.
I am anxious. Not just about our health, but about my to-do list. It’s about a mile long. We just signed a lease on an apartment and are gearing up for a giant move which will take place sometime between May 15 and June 1 (I will explain later). There are unanswered emails in my Inbox and white drifts of Kleenex in the living room. I have a backlog of really great stuff I want to write about here.
I feel guilty and twitchy and I also need to take the time to heal… but I can’t. There just isn’t time. I am running on fumes again today, drawing heavily on what’s left of my reserves. Thank goodness Mark is here. At least I’m not alone.
