I am on my second round of antibiotics, and feeling much better. There was a day there, Monday, to be exact, that I thought I was dying. Fever, headache, chills, bodyaches, toes falling off, you name it. It was awful. But I perservered (read 'whined the entire time until Brett gave me anything I wanted to shut up') and now I am sure I can see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Now I have to catch up on what happened while I was contemplating jumping off a bridge. Dishes to the ceiling; sticky, dirty kitchen floor; laundry laundry laundry; and my favorite: cooped up kids.
It all makes me want to jump off a bridge =)
I think we'll go for a walk today. The rest will figure itself out while I'm gone. Right? Right?