Day 3, still feeling pretty cruddy. Tired of sleeping alone in the guest room, tired of daytime naps where I sleep fitfully and wake sweaty and mumbling about getting that kitten out of the truck tire (?).
However, I have one thing to be very thankful for. Being sick has reminded me that I've got the best people in my life. J gets up at 5am with A, works a full day and well into the evening, then stops at the grocery store to get milk and cheese and Kleenex, my mama checks in and worries as mamas do, my MIL offers to drop everything and come to help. And the award for 'best flu helper ever' has to go to my amazingly kind friend Sara, who has taken the Mister into her house these past few days and loved him like she loves her own sweet little munchkins. She's fed him and cuddled him and tired him out at the park and not for one second have I worried (quite a feat for me, you know). I'm not good at asking for help. I pretty much hate asking for help. I don't like to feel like a bother or a burden or to cause anyone any inconvenience. That's why I need a friend like her in my backyard- one who emails me at 8am and says (in so many words) "I'm taking your kid, you need to get better. When can I come get him?" So thank you, Sara and J and mama and MIL and everyone else who has emailed or called to check in. I may be "swined" (oh, Hills, thank you for that one) but I'm still just oh-so-fortunate for all this care and love in my life.
Back to bed.
Oink. Cough. Oink.