Okay, I think after a total of thirteen days of illness, we are a whole and healthy household. Well, Ivy’s nose is still snotty, but I’m not counting that. No one is laying around with glazed-over eyes, no one is taking any over-the-counter medications, no one is continually whimpering or crying.
I’m telling you, the fact that it was only thirteen days is almost sort of mysterious to me because it felt MUCH longer than that. It felt like months.
I have to say, I feel pretty good about my nurturing/nursing skills over the last couple weeks. Usually I am a terrible nurse when it comes to my own family. My patience for sickness in my own home is very limited, which is terrible, and honestly it’s a trait I’m not proud of and that I’ve really been praying to change. And hurrah, I think I did well with this last batch of sick kids and sick husband. I’d give myself an A for at least 10 out of 13 of those days, and I say that’s pretty darn good. Maybe one day I’ll be good for entire durations of sickness, but I’m not counting on it.
Anyway, we’re back. Back to school (amen.) and back to extra-curriculars and back to work (as soon as I can get a shift). I’m definitely a little anxious about this new season we’re starting. It looks like it will be a MUCH busier one than we’ve been in up till now. With kids’ activities we’re busy a couple evenings a week, and I’m hoping to work at least two more evenings in a week, so that puts us up there at four evenings a week that will look a lot different than evenings have up till now.
Still, I’m thankful that my kids can participate in activities. And I’m very thankful to have a job that is flexible so I can work when Neil can be home. We’ll just keep putting one foot in front of the other, use the crockpot more often, and I’m sure make the most of the more limited time we’ll be spending together as a family.
And here’s Ivy in a tutu. Just because. Why not.