Hubby and I are both home this week.

Finally.  It has been over 4 weeks since we have had more than a day or two together here.     That is pretty sucky.

So, this week was to be a week of walking in the woods, tidying up all the little bits left untidied, prepping the boat for a winters sleep, and lots of “Quality time” (if you know what I mean)

Instead, we are eating soup, curled by the fire and dry coughing our way through the shortening days.  It sucks.

Bad.

I am always angry at my body for “succumbing to sickness”. I hate wasting the day away whilst I feel like crappola.  I am desperate for productivity and I am getting sick of tea.

But, while I feel so low on energy, I know the best thing is just to give in and get it over with. I imagine another nights sleep will get this baby done . . . but by then one of the kids will probably have it and hubby will be gone for another week of work.

ughh (cough, cough, sniffle, sniffle)