I was just sitting here thinking…
I still feel like tar. I have no energy, my glands are huge, I have a cough that shakes the earth.
The kids are still sick.
And Little Miss insisted on us both getting up at 5 a.m. this morning.
Days like this do not make me happy. They make me grumpy.
My main focus of the day is to survive. More movies… More couch time. More, just doing my best to get by.
But at a little after 4 p.m. today, my husband is going to walk through the door. He is still feeling sick. He may be grumpy. Things may not be perfect between us this evening. They probably won’t be.
But he’s going to come home tonight. I don’t have to do the sick kids thing all by myself indefinitely. He will walk through the door, and he will help.
I KNOW BETTER than to take that for granted. I am so incredibly grateful.