What was supposed to be a week of starts promptly came to halt early this morning. A sick kiddo, and knocked down house, all of us fighting whatever yuck is currently hitting the masses. My youngest and I almost share a birthday, so the weekend was for celebrating. However, we all felt…off. That’s manifested itself in croup, body aches, and tiredness this fine Monday.
I suppose I could have written a cryptic poem about this, but I did not.
Sick days are weird days. As a parent, you rarely get completely knocked out. You can’t, really. I’m up and doing all the things, but feeling like my body is moving at 1/2 the speed. It’s lunchtime and my mind is a million places, trying to catch up with and balance this reality with what the plan for today was.
So here’s a snap of some beautiful mountains back in December. Over and out.