a hard time

sickly
waiting for me

We're having a little bit of a hard time. Poor little N is still sick. She's been up in the night for several nights. She feels unwell. I feel tired and crabby. I feel guilty for being crabby. Brian is tired too, and I get mad at him for saying he has a meeting. Yeah. I wish I had a meeting. The washer broke, so I'm up to my ears in dirty sheets and clothes (that special kind of dirty that is such a treat for the mother of a three year old with the stomach flu.) Brian fixed the machine last night so I'm trying to catch up. J is bored and tired of scrambled eggs and leftovers for dinner. The weather is lovely, so I hear. N and I are missing it. We really haven't been outside since Saturday. Everything is on hold. These canvases have been patiently basking in the sunlight for days. We'll catch up soon, paints and brushes. I think I'm going to take a few days off here as well while we all recover.

I hope to catch up with all of you soon too. Until then, STAY WELL.