I should have knocked on wood when I wrote #2 in last week's Five Things post about a bunch of things not going right because the "clusterfudge" (as I like to call them) continued that very day when I ended up coming down so sick with a cold. And not just any cold. This turned out to be the king of colds, a monster cold, the "you thought winter sick season was over but guess what" flu-like version of a cold. It may have been the worst cold I've ever had. It's only now, a full week later, that I'm starting to feel like I'm getting back to normal. This cold knocked me out all last weekend, and sapped me of strength and energy and life and joy for days after, and then when I thought I was getting better, on Wednesday my throat and chest hurt so much whenever I coughed that I thought I'd have to go to the doctor. It was so painful and I felt pretty sorry for myself, especially since I'm alone with Peter traveling during the week. I've been worried the boys would get it, but *knock on wood* they've been fine.
I'm doing a lot better today (other than the cough and the croaky voice and the post-nasal drip and the hocking up...oh never mind!).
I just wanted to let you know what was going on with me.
On that lovely little note, Happy Easter!