The signs are all over the house.
The overflowing laundry hamper. The messy kitchen counters. The unvacuumed floors.
The profoundly empty refridgerator.
Mama's been sick.
And almost nothing's been getting done.
This is not to say that mama does everything, but Mike has been too busy taking care of me and J to do anything either.
Yesterday afternoon, I turned a corner. It was 3 days of misery, but I think the flu is gone. And WOW was that bad. As one who never, NEVER gets the flu, I can finally empathize with what people always say about it--knocks you down flat for 2 days... absolute agony...nothing worse...
I'm sure there are worse things. But it was pretty bad. I'm hope hope hoping it starts and ends with me and my two boys stay healthy. I'm tackling laundry and making a shopping list and praying our lives get back in order by the end of the week.
I have a new assignment at church--have you heard? I will be joining Mike as the other early morning seminary teacher. This means we will alternate waking up at 5:30 am every day and teaching a room full of teenagers about the Gospel.
I was supposed to start on Monday. That didn't happen. I'm planning to start tomorrow instead.
This, I believe, will go down as one of the most busy, eventful months in my personal history. Between the new teaching gig, Mike's upcoming [big] birthday, two of my closest friends moving away and the events surrounding that sadness, and various other goings on, I have felt like it's been all push push push, without a moment to stop and breathe.
I guess the flu was my body's way of saying stop. Breathe. (Breathing would have been easier without the nasal congestion, I don't mind pointing out.)
I am grateful it happened on a weekend. I am not grateful it happened on the day I was supposed to take Mike out on his big birthday date, and that I had to miss it. (He found another date, so not all was lost).
Mostly, I'm grateful it's over.
Folks, try not to get sick while you're pregnant, OK? It's just better that way. Turleybenson out.
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I'm sorry you've been a sickie, my darlin'. I think of you almost every day with all the scary weather stories. I think of you and pray that the weather fairy will be good to you and keep you safe and warm and that Baby J will have something fun to do while mommy gets her rest.
and pretty much I wish I was closer so I could take care of you and smooch on your boy. (As in Baby J and not Mike.)
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