I know sometimes I complain – about being ‘sick & tired’, but this week, I am truly sick and if you know me well, I don’t ‘do’ tired, but I am exhausted. Exhausted to the point I am avoiding the stairs in the house because they make me wheeze. It started with fevers and serious bodyaches and now I’m stuck here in some type of illness-limbo where I don’t need to be in bed, but I am not much use at all.
At least I can type.
Sunday was what? Boring and filled with an exceptional amount of effort exerted on breathing.
Sean knows exactly how much you love him by the amount of time you are willing to devote to board games, cards games and dice games. I know he is in need of attention, as I have been mostly in bed or on the couch for days. That does not work for my kids in the least.
Here’s to hoping the rest of week brings improvement. By improvement, I mean better oxygenation, warmth and sunshine and something fun. Anything fun. I like fun. I don’t like wheezing.