just when you think you have everything under control, G-d reminds you who is the Boss. He is. Big Time. The last few days i had been so proud of myself that i was not stressed, that i was on target with all the barmy plans. Ha, I say, Ha bloody Ha! Woke up Sunday morning with a major scratchy throat – by end of day fever was sky high, I was achey, cranky and totally hoarse! Now who’s stressed??!!
but sick or not, things have to get done, and get done they will. i am calling in my support army to help me, even tho i hate asking for help, but push is coming to shove and i cannot risk my health more than i have already.
my boys have told me in polite terms to shut up. my voice (or croak) hurts them. i wont hug them right now coz i dont want them getting sick before the BM. They, bless ’em, keep bringing me tea and OJ and keep telling me to get back into bed. i make a horrible patient – after 5 minutes of rest i am dying to get up.
the family invasion starts in two days – that means i have two days to get my act together, to get better, to get the house in order, to finalise all the BM plans, and to find a serene look for my face to wear – what are the odds that i can manage it all?
Have a good thought for us, ok? will try to check in soon.