I woke up today feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I don't do sick well. You know those gravely ill people who are spoken about for their grace, courtesy and joy while battling their monster? Yeah. That would never be me. God forbid I ever find myself in that situation not only for the obvious tragedy, but also for the sanity of those around me who would have to listen to me moan and complain. I have the flu and I am a whiny, achy, useless mess. I sent my mom a text at 630 AM begging her to come hang with Genevieve so I could rest and just like that she dropped everything for her day and showed up. Then I sent my dad a text asking him to pick Finley up and with such short notice he did that for me too. And then I sent Ben a text asking him to get me allllllllll the meds and he showed up with all of my requests and some cute little hyacinths. My family is too good to me.
I had no plans this week and I intended to CLEAN but alas that is a shower organizer that fell out of our shower the other day and I haven't taken the time to fix it. And the vacuum because I started to vacuum the other day and then got sidetracked. So far all I've done this week is germ the place up.