7/52

So, a cold comparable to the plague struck our house this last week. Okay, so maybe that is a little dramatic, but it's been bad. Like...snot-stained shirts, mega fevers, 14 million night-time awakenings, 12 gallons of hot tea and raw honey, non-stop nursing sessions, cough-through-the-night fits...bad. First, it was just the boys, then I fell prey. Now? The husband is sick. It's pretty much been like this for a week and a half. Brutal.

I'm feeling about 80%, however! So, our house is finally starting to look like a house and less like a scene from a post-apocalypse-themed film. Dexter is pretty much back to normal, but Oliver is still battling a wicked cough and a fever that comes and goes.

This week has been the first time this winter that I've actually felt a huge and very real longing for Spring. I mean, I typically whine about the cold and snow around this time of year, but it isn't until you're sick in bed, but still have to get up to take care of two kids that you start to really plead and pray for warmer temperatures. But, God, being the amazing and loving King that He is, totally sent us a few days of 30-50 degree temps. He knows the cry of my heart and brings strength to the weak, that's for sure.

So, anyway. I am way late, but here is week 7/52. Cheers.

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