Still sick...

The boys are feeling better, but they still have pretty heavy colds. They’re not well enough to go out, play with friends or do any heavy-duty schoolwork, but they’re not well enough to lay on the couch reading all day anymore either. So they drive me crazy. Abraham wants me to carry him everywhere. He cries when he is not in my arms. August and William hang around, get into stuff and somehow manage to make a mess, but when I ask them to redirect their energy and come study their English, they’re “too tired and sick.” In the meantime, my throat is better but I still have a cold and no energy, so laundry is piling up, the house is a disaster, there is no food, and our social life is, well, pretty much non-existent.