...isn't the same as a ghost town, but nearly.
1. Work three days prior to leaving for wedding. Also, pack, clean, entertain two-year-old.
2. Two days of driving and wedding and related events.
3. Two days of driving and visiting with family.
4. Three days of sick, fevered two-year-old, whilst unpacking.
5. Three days of calling in sick to work because son's flu was highly communicable. Drat.
You, I'm sure, can figure out what all that adds up to? No blogging, for a start. And rarely a knit or purl, either. I have barely been off the couch all weekend and now hub is home sick as well. We're a sight. The kid is about to lose his marbles, he's so bored.
I'm feeling a bit sorry for me as well, because now that I'm better I have to get ready for my step-daughter to come on Weds. Oi.
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Those preschool germ years almost killed me. My kids brought home every bug in town for years, and, as always happens, they'd be fine after a day, while I'd be half-dead for weeks.
I do hope you're feeling better soon.
Oh, dear. Michelle had chickenpox when she was five, and I hadn't had it in childhood. So there I was with the chicken pox at age 40. My doctor's office made me skulk in through the back entrance because I was so contagious. I felt like Typhoid Mary. Good times...
Glad you are well. Sooner or later, you'll get a break so you can knit!
I hope that you are feeling better. It is so hard to be sick and still have to care for the little ones.
Re your comment on my blog about the spinning--yeah, it is that easy to get started. Prepare accordingly.
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