*Sniffle*
*Cough*
Just when I thought I was nearly over this illness from hell, my fever came back with a vengeance, and I started practically coughing my head right off my shoulders. Just in time for Christmas, yay! My husband and I had made plans for Christmas Eve, and I was stubbornly planning to stick to it, sick or not, but he pointed out that going out of town meant being pretty far away from my doctor or the hospital if I took a turn for the worst. So, begrudgingly, I agreed we should stay home.
We still had a good time. He had the idea to move furniture so we could “camp out” and sleep under the Christmas tree together, and it was a lot of fun. We stayed up late, talking until we could barely keep our eyes open, then snuggled under the covers with the tree lights dancing above us. I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder, peaceful and happy.
The kids arrived yesterday. Since I was home sick from work, I got to watch them open their presents and then spend the day with them and my husband.
As usual, there is quite a bit of turmoil at their other home, more than usual right now, but they seem to be doing okay with it. They just seem to be worn out from it and relieved to be with us, to take a break from the upheaval and mess. It made me feel even more determined to make sure they have stability and feel security with us. They need it.
I am back on another round of medications to try to chase out this cough, and it seems to finally be helping. I am glad the kids are home with us and are able to enjoy some peace for a few days. The only time I know for sure they are safe and are okay is when they are with us, so it’s a relief for me too. I’m looking forward to New Year’s Eve and celebrating with my family…and seeing which of us can make it to midnight!
Sweat & Sparkle 