sick, sick, go away

Marc and Eva have the flu. I've been sleeping on the couch, because I really don't want to get sick. I've been doing a lot of laundry, and also wiping down the remotes, phones, etc. with Clorox wipes, because I really don't want Max & Lucas to get sick either. (although it looks like Lucas might have pink eye)

I don't want to be sick on my birthday. I really don't want the kids to be sick, because Marc and I are supposed to go to San Francisco next week, and I would feel too guilty to leave his parents with sick kids, let alone expose them to the flu. (oh please oh please oh please everyone be healthy!) Marc and I have only been away together once since we started having kids twelve years ago -- that trip was to New Orleans, and it was 7 years ago...

I am looking at this photo to remind myself that there is life outside of sickness and sleep deprivation. I took this last week, when Eva made herself a makeshift bed on top of the laundry basket and told us "This is the best adventure I've ever had!" I quite like her when she lets me get some sleep and isn't whiny and crying all day... I need to remember that right now.

I've also been working on a bookbinding project with Hannah -- it's helped me to hold onto my sanity for the last few days. She has the cool awl guide, and I've been playing with that, it's a pleasure.

Tomorrow just has to be better than yesterday and today!