It’s not the worst cold I’ve ever had, but also not light enough that I can just ignore it. Apart from the runny nose, slight fever and scratchy throat, my sinuses especially, hurt, and my glands are swollen. Most of all, I’m tired. But it can’t be helped; although Courtney – who is trying to get work done before the summer goes all crazy on us - is around to service the boys, a mother cannot just check out for x number of days – I still have to function somewhat. I am thankful for not having to go to work though. When the boys were little in Belgium, and I worked full time, I got pneumonia a couple of times. When I feel bad, I think about that, and about how lucky I am to be able to at least stay home. It’s all about perspective, right?
This morning, for example, I was laying on the couch with a cup of tea. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I looked up, I thought I heard scribble. I looked over, and within just a matter of minutes, Abraham had got a pencil off Courtney’s desk and managed to cover most of the downstairs walls with pencil marks. This is when it’s nice to be able to think, “It could be worse.”
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