Nothing could replace a warm cup of Earl Gray and falliing asleep on the couch as the kids watched a movie today. How do they just keep on when I know they are feeling every bit as miserable as me?
I should not have waited so long to go in for a test. Last week while out on a lovely walk, balmy day, sky oh so blue, holding little Marty's soft, sweaty fingers in mine and still a feeling of melancholy. I've been wondering why I couldn't shake the something's-wrong-feeling for days. I forced some smiles through our weekend visit, exposing my in-laws to this thing. A sore throat ... no big deal. Drink some tea, get some sleep. Until yesterday, when I barely wanted to be vertical.
We all went in. We all have it. Poor classmates of my children Their Mom's are reading a precautionary email tonight. Resting, relaxing, I think I'll just bring my portable DVD player to bed and watch this.
