We are doing much better now, thank you for your well wishes! Chris and Ezra were spared from the flu death, and just got cute little matching colds instead. (Hey… ANYTHING is cute compared to what knocked me over a few days ago. Even snot!) We are all recovering slowly, and I’m even thinking of leaving the house again sometime in late July! (I’ve been a bit cooped up… a bit stir-crazy… but also kind of enjoying the seclusion and non-stop PJ wearing at the same time. I’m such a hermit.)
The day I was sick, my husband let me sleep. ALL DAY. Also? He took care of Ezra, cleaned the house, did the laundry, put fresh sheets on the bed, researched homeopathic flu remedies, went to the store and came home only to whip me up a batch of the yummiest homemade chicken soup I’ve ever tasted, and then he took Ezra to the mall so he could run around and play before he came home and put him to bed. (Oh! And I think he also found time to put an end world hunger in there somewhere, too.)
I felt so taken care of and so loved- it almost made the flu enjoyable.
Thanks, honey bean. You are crazy amazing. (Will you marry me?)