Friday, March 7, 2014
I've had sick kids at home for 9-days running, since last Wednesday night. Sis missed four days of school with a chest cold and Bud has missed five. I'm not worried about them catching up, just about yet another break in our routine. It could've come at a much worse time--our trip to London, my historic house tour season in May-- or a much-worse illness, so I'm not really even complaining. There have been rough spots; none of us are at our best when we are sick or tired or taking care of the sick and tired. But it's been ok. Not that I like it--who wishes for sick kids? But at least I'm not going to be beheaded like Lady Jane.