This has been a miserable week of sickness. This has been a miserable week of shivering and sweating, sleeping and crying, aching and coughing. I've cursed the number of stairs in our house a hundred times. And I have double and triple cursed the cold (the wind made me cry as I made my way out of the doctor's office). And the snow (because it closed the doctor's office the first day I was supposed to go).
But in the spirit of the hop and widening my lens, I can definitely find some gratitude.
1. Brian tops the list with about hundred gold stars. He barely got any work done this week, and I did barely any childcare. He's brought me water and and medication and my computer and encouraged me to rest. He showed me how to get to Netflix on the TV when I had napped enough. He took on errands and appointments I could not manage. Gold stars, shiny ones.
2. Ibuprofen. I can't say if Tamiflu has had much effect. I think I got it too late (stupid snow). But Ibuprofen (after the seemingly necessary bout of sweating through my shirt with every dose) got me on my feet. I kept up a steady dose every four hours for a couple of days.
3. My impressive stash of sleepwear. I am now on the last set of pajamas--the ones I have to hitch up with every step after stretching out the elastic with two pregnancies.
4. Tea. Regular old chamomile and such and also Lisa's sick tea, which is really not that bad.
5. The excuse to eat a carton of chocolate ice cream in one day. Yeah, I did that.
6. That iPad we got the kids for Christmas. I've tried to keep up reasonable screen time limits, but I threw those out the window this week. The times I've been alone with them, they've been on the iPad. It wasn't shining parenting; it was survival.
7. Lorelai and Rory Gilmore. I've found them the right mix of interesting/mindless that seemed right for these flu-y days.
8. This explanation I got from Maggie, which I find utterly hilarious and charming. While working through the Bob Books app in my bed while I dozed, she said, "See, this looks like a cat, but it's really a mit." The cat was named Mit.
9. That one time I ventured outside in one my sweaty Ibuprofen moments and snapped this photo. I think my one photography lesson has had some effect.
10. And it turns out I will live. Weepy and brain dead I may be, but I seem to be recovering.
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