After a month of sick on and off everyone I am surprised at how well the day has gone. I am not standing by the door anxiously waiting for Nathan, or hiding in my room with the door shut while 3 angry babies cry without and stick their fat fingers under the door but I am playing happily on the floor with everyone, truly this is my bit of heaven.
Sickness can really take the wind out of your sails. James has been my "Helen Keller" baby for the last 3 weeks. Banging his head on the floor at the least provocation. It has gotten so bad that I would dread looking at him for fear he would throw a screaming match and injure himself or others. He didn't want to be held, he didn't want to be put down, he didn't want a bottle or a toy or food. It tell you I was barking mad last week. I climbed onto the roof and started howling when Nate didn't get home on time. Over the weekend was no better and I begged Nate not to leave me with the "crazy people". He offered his apology and skipped off to work -mind as empty of worries as a tin can. (That's how it felt anyway) Heart heavy, I turned to my crew. Dark circles lined their red watery eyes, coughing, and drippy nosed they balled their fists and zombie-like started after me. I ran.
