It's a stay home day, as Sophie likes to call them, thanks to the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. I could have taken Luke to the sitter's (he's been feeling better since Saturday morning, thank goodness), but just kept them both here for a day of staying in our PJ's.
I've not been lazy, however. As pathetic as it is, the Christmas decorations were all still up (with the exception of the tree, and it was only down because it got knocked over on Christmas night and we had to put everything away). I was truly beginning to think it would be Christmas at Valentine's Day around here.
But thankfully either the antidepressant is starting to work a bit or else I just am tired of being a lump on the couch, and I got busy and put everything away. We are clean and back to normal. Well, at least there are three rooms that are clean. The bedrooms and play room/formal living room (is that an oxymoron or what? but that's what it is) are all disasters. They will have to wait for another day.
So I've not had a chance to run for almost a week, what with the sickness of the boy last week. And I don't know when I'm going to get back at it. Tomorrow, maybe. It's still a freaking germ fest around here. Now I've got a cold, and Sophie has a sore throat and has been running a low grade fever all day (is 100* low grade?) and complained of some dizziness this morning. That does not bode well for what the rest of this week may hold for her, health wise.
I am just unbelievably ready for us all to be healthy again. It is so true what they say--if you have your health, you have everything.