It doesn't help that I'm coming off a nasty cold. Last Wednesday when I was in Salt Lake City (for a day) I managed to get over to my niece who has a daughter who is 21 days younger than Lucy. Wrap your brain around that. He's 49, I'm 44, Erika is 20, and Lucy and Aisley are almost 2. What was I thinking??? Anyway, she's a sweet kid and can say her colors, lots of words and the baby is pretty bright too. (ooh... I'm bad!) The baby had a minor fever while I was there but I wasn't too worried. Fevers happen all the time, a slight ear infection, a new tooth anything sets those small people off.
The next day however, I got a text from my brother saying that Aisley had developed a bad cough and they took her to the doctor who swabbed her nose and diagnosed Flu A. I had to look it up to see why it wasn't just 'the flu' and it turns out that it IS just 'the' flu but it closer in makeup to it's dangerous cousin the bird flu. Regardless, FLU!?
By Friday afternoon I felt like I'd been hit by a truck and a call was made to our doctor. There was a lengthy rundown of symptoms and I was told to go to bed, take some stuff, drink tea and ride it out. We had a great weekend. Thankfully, I'm the only one in my house that was affected although I do have a new found appreciation for the frustration Jason has been feeling over his lingering cough that has been affecting him since before Christmas.
While Lucy isn't sick, she has been a special joy to be around the last few days. She came home from day care on Tuesday and whined and cried until bedtime. I know there will be days when she is off her game too, but man oh man...that kid can yell and push my buttons. Then yesterday, she took a 3 1/2 nap at school. She came home happy and while there was a battle at dinner about why she can't put her feet on the table, she was a better kid to be around.
So, I'm tired not feeling back to my own self, Lucy is off, Jason has is own stuff going on and I want to whine about it. I'm entitled right??? No. You. Are. Not.
My complaints are valid, but come on TP have some perspective - your buddy Jay is going though chemo while trying to spend as much time as possible with his 5 year old. Your other friends are embarking on a scary medical journey of their own with their newborn son and a couple you've known for 15 years has decided to divorce. It's time to do some counting of blessings Terri...
So, here we go, a small list of things I'm rather happy about:
- My family
- My home.
- My job, even when it makes me crazy.
- That there is world class chemo for a sick friend.
- That there are scary medical procedures for this beautiful boy.
- Toddlers who nap.
- Warm feet
- Cold Medicine
- friends who are in my life, and ones who aren't that I still love.
- good books
- tv shows that I can disappear into.
- homemade dinner that tastes like I want it to taste.
- things that make you laugh.
- A warm shower.
- Waking up before Lucy does.
- Coffee in the morning
- a valentine's gift for my guy that is meaningful.
- Dinner with family who are also friends.
- Sugar cookies (that I'm going to bake during my lunch hour today.)