Well, we're all sick.
It started with Owen's cold, and James picked that up right away. Neither of them have been sleeping particularly well as a result, perhaps topped off last night when Owen was up every two hours. James already had his bad night of the cold, where he was up multiple times in the night. We tried to head it off by allowing him to take a box of kleenex into bed with him. When J went to check on him at 10 he'd already made a small mountain of tissues on the floor next to him that had been pulled out and wiped once, then discarded immediately for another. Both of them are holding up okay, but generally more shorter and more irritable than usual.
J picked up their cold yesterday, so she's been trying to conserve the few remaining tissues in the house in the midst of comforting both boys.
And then yesterday I came down with a fever.
So this morning, I was lying in bed shivering under the covers, Owen was up at 6, and James woke up in his mountain of kleenex concerned about whether his balloons had moved overnight. (Last night they came to a concert and a girl gave James a balloon. The tie broke off and we heard a wail of despair as it floated away, but then the girl had two extras that she gave to him.)
Now I'm off at a double service day in Buffalo, drugged up, while J holds down the fort with the boys back home. She was in a cleaning frenzy this morning. We go to camp on Sunday, and she was attempting to get all the laundry and dishes done that morning before cleaning the house and planning church services for the next three weeks.
I think we're all aware that if we can just get down to camp in one piece we can relax there without having to worry about cleaning or cooking for two weeks.
We just need to survive for another few days
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