We have had an almost miraculous stretch of good health in our family this fall. I think L has missed one day of school, and she probably could have gone if she’d really wanted to. The kids had one cold, and H and I have been perfectly healthy. This is unexpected since L started school, and we thought perhaps she might start getting sick more often. H and I have been reluctant to even mention it lest we jinx ourselves.
However, all good things must come to an end. H was out of town, but the kids and I suffered through a cold last week. Then, before she’d even really gotten better, L got a second bug of some sort. She’s on day 4 of high fever, congestion and coughing. She’s been sleeping with H and I. This morning, I woke up feeling lousy, and I can’t decide if it’s because I was up half the night with L or because I’m going down with the creeping crud as well.
I’ve been working a lot, definitely 40 hours a week plus, which is a lot considering I’m only the office four days. I feel like I have something to prove and doing well over the next few months will (a) be good for the group and (b) good for me. However, the extra hours are making it hard to find time to run and nearly impossible to find time for anything else.