stuck in the house

The sickness has been passed back and forth through our family all winter long. I don't remember ever being sick so many times in one year! Isaiah started with a cough last Saturday then passed it to  Elias, then me, now Bryan. Elias and I are still sick. I'm not even sure we're on the mends. It's been a week, and I feel just as awful as I did when I woke up with this last Monday morning. Bryan just started feeling bad Friday afternoon. It's always easier for him to recover because he just sleeps for hours on end until it goes away. I, on the other hand, have to keep going on with life. I still have kids to take care of, laundry, a pile of work from the office, and of course feeding and caring for all the sickies.

I'm wishing I had a quiet cabin to escape to. One that doesn't have a snot faced little man named Elias who cries every 2 minutes (he doesn't handle being sick very well). One that is stocked with prepared soup that I just have to warm up. One with a fireplace and a few good books to read. One that has at least 3 kleenex boxes for me. A huge jacuzzi tub to relax in. Good music and no one but me. Yes, that is what I need to recoup right now.

That is not going to happen, so I better go get started cleaning my kitchen and breaking up the fight between Elias and Isaiah. Reality is here, and there is no such quiet cabin that I'm in desperate need of.