Happy New Year!
Day One. Wake up late - pick up children. Go to hospital. Grandpa is sick - not doing well. Feel somewhat CRUDDY, rush home and spend four hours out in wet, windy storm to prepare for impending flood.
Day Two. Thank Jesus that flood is not as big as expected. Feel much cruddier. Send husband to work. Act Dead
Day Three. Feel like I'm dying over and over. Have chest x-rays. Go home with a name for my crud: Bronchitis
Day Four. Act Dead
Day Five. Kids go back to school. Act dead some more. Try to feel better. Do farm chores. Die again
Day Seven. Feel better enough to ask Mr Nice Guy to drive me to see my Grandpa. Whine, complain and make him feel like dirt (my husband, not my Grandpa). Make up. Visit Grandpa in hospital. Rush home. Attend daughter's post-poned Christmas concert. Cry like a baby because it's so "touching"
Day Eight. Send little one off to kindergarten. Shove aside way overdue housework. Drive to the hospital for a few hours. Rush home. Attend other daughter's basketball awards thing.
Day Nine. Up in the wee hours waiting for brother to arrive from out of state. Send kids off to school. Another long day at the hospital. Have weird feeling that our ENTIRE family is in the same location for the first time ever. Smile just a little, but cry just the same.