Cough, sniff, ugh

I have been sick this week, as most everyone probably already knows since I have been croaking it from the mountain (read: whining) all week.  And it stinks, being sick.  But I also feel bad for my family.

I feel bad for my husband, who comes home from a long day of work to a house of chaos and hungry children.  But even more so, I feel bad for the girls.  My girls who love to be on the go, visit friends, and play outside.  My girls who have been watching all together too much TV (and don't even ask how much because I honestly haven't let myself keep track).

I have to say, I am very grateful and thankful for all the help this week.  My friends who got the girls out of the house, who brought over toys and movies for us to borrow so the girls would have something new to play with.  My friends who offered help and support.  And, of course, my family.  Who is always ready to do whatever they can whenever I need it.

Today I am feeling, not better, but better than I was.  At least better enough not to cry when Adam told me he was going for a run.

Or maybe that's just the DayQuil courage.  In either case, I'll take it.