I see signs of recovery. No more puke. That's a good thing. Ayla seems to be struggling them most at this point. Lots of remaining coughs and snot from all three of them today.
Paul isn't feeling the best and his foot is hurting for some reason. He's afraid it's a stress fracture or something.
He's finishing up some trim and one closet door upstairs. As always these days, I'm just trying to stay on top of the cleaning and laundry. Not an easy task over the weekend with all 3 kids home and SICK.
Several cars driving by slow today. Our house was in the paper this weekend and on the local channel. Hoping for some showings soon. But not holding our breath. The market is just awful right now.
Watched an yucky movie this weekend and can't shake it. Million Dollar Baby was on TV last night and I mistakenly thought to myself, "Oh! I never saw this one. Good!" And when it was over I was sick to my stomach. Adding to the nagging sadness I have been feeling about friends of ours whose grandson has an inoperable tumor on his brain stem.
I'm tired and just feel a little defeated today.
Sorry about the negativity that is coming through here. Ready to start a new week.