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Marginally better...

I haven't been this sick in a long time. "Maybe ever!", says my mother. And, she may be right. After nearly 48 hours of a fever I started hallucinating. Which, I suppose could have been fun. However, the kids arrived home from school yesterday to a mom who couldn't really form sentences, had a hard time standing and definitely couldn't make dinner. Lucky for me, they're incredibly self sufficient and while I alternated between sweating and shivering on the couch, they made pizza.

And then, as if by magic, the fever broke. And instead of feeling like I was drowning and floating all at the same time I now just feel tired. Steve had offered to keep the kids for the entire weekend so I could rest up and truly recover. However, he's sick now. Or "feels something coming on". I'm guessing he's right because Tori's in the next room coughing up a storm and Connor put his PJs on at 6:00 - and he hates to go to bed. He requested meds (and he hates those too) so I'm guessing tomorrow I'm going to wake up to two sick kids, two basketball games, Tori's birthday party (which unfortunately might have to be cancelled - which will lead to one really disappointed kid....) and I'm guessing I'm still going to sound like a 1-900 number operator with emphysema.

And so, there's no luxurious time to recover from this one. I hope I find the time to just wash all the sheets and everyone can go back to school and work next week. Cross your fingers.

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