One day Axel had a really high temp (the highest I recorded was 103) and I wasn't feeling to great either. I had the flu too but I didn't want to admit it. That was a hard day.
|Axel too sick to move, sleeping on the floor while I made Olivia lunch.|
I mean these are just the days where you keep everyone alive until bed time and that's all you can ask for.
But I had a thought. It's always been a feeling in the back of my mind, but with these few weeks of multiple illnesses in the Thomas home, it became a little more concrete.
There are a finite number of days in my life. I don't know the number and hopefully it's a pretty big number, but no one is going to live forever. Fact. And so there are also a finite number of bad days in my life. Almost every day has some good in it, some fun moment. But there are days when I'm just too sick to care about that, the really bad days. And so with each bad day that I have survived this winter (please let there be no more, at least not at this level of awful!) I thought "Well, that's another one down."
Funny how that thought makes it so much more bearable. I know that I will have more bad days to live through, but this one is over. This one I will never have to do again.
Here's to being healthy and conquering the world tomorrow.