Being sick stinks.
For days I lay around feeling rotten, feeling like I was getting more behind every minute and basically just feeling sorry for myself. And then I realized that a whole bunch of very cool things had come out of my little date with misery:
One of my teenage sons fixed dinner for the whole family, and the other took care of the toddler and checked on me multiple times to ask how I felt. My husband brought me these little white chocolate yummies which I adore and hardly ever eat.
(OK, so they were actually a treat to say “Thank you for finally finishing the taxes,” but the timing couldn’t have been better.)
My 9-year-old daughter brought me soup and crackers in bed, and gave her baby sister a bath. My sweet friend kept our toddler overnight so I could sleep in all morning (THANK YOU FOR THAT!) and sent these back with her from her own garden.
My mom sent over dinner ingredients and my husband cooked them. I was forced to take a break from the daily grind. And, on top of everything else, all that lying-around time led me to finally start this blog I’d been thinking about for ages.
So, here I am! Thanks for stopping by to read my very first (That’s why it’s the coolest yet!) post, and please…come back soon. I’ll be right here, looking at the bright side.