Some nasty illnesses have been passing around our ward and school lately, and I finally caught one. I had a fever and woke with a sore throat on Saturday, and today I have the little white bumps of strep throat. At least I know what it is and how to fight it now.
I spent yesterday laying around feeling exhausted but not sleepy. I barely moved from my bed or the couch. So it was a rather disappointing surprise when I put kids to bed last night to discover how quickly my cleaning efforts all week could be undone. The dishes were piled up, the floor I mopped Thursday was covered with smashed Cheerios and streaks of chocolate, the laundry I started Friday was piled high, the kids' rooms that I had organized in the process of finding dirty clothes on Friday were redecorated with various pieces of furniture and blankets and clothes and food, etc. etc. I was a little sad at the state of the house, but being sick always helps me feel more compassion towards people. I am grateful that most of my children did some vacuuming yesterday. #2 and her friend made dinner for the family, which was a great help. And they've all entertained each other and played together well all weekend. So I guess the house can recuperate after I do.
One thing I like about being sick is the chance to catch up on reading. Our Relief Society book club is reading "Jane Eyre" this month. I haven't read it in years, and I have to say it's so good to read a well-written book. I love the language in which Charlotte Bronte wrote it. Technically it's written in English, with a little bit of French. But her English is so rich, and her plot turns are so well thought out. I love to enjoy the story on both levels.
Well, I'm feeling a bit loopy--maybe I should eat something--so I'll stop now before my post meanders too much.