Our little visitors and their dad left yesterday afternoon. We all had a wonderful time, except me, because I couldn't hug them or kiss them or play outside with them. They didn't seem to notice, they're three-year-old boys, after all, and I was not the center of their world. But we seldom see them, and I really wanted to be feeling better when they came.
I really want to be feeling better period!
I'm going to do the elliptical for half an hour today, to see how my heel feels and to at least get some intentional activity under my belt. Maybe if I ignore this cold and just carry on, it will get as tired of me as I am of it and just … move on.
I've had the first of four tall glasses of water. I promised myself I would get back on track today, and I will follow through with that, no matter what. There are no other obligations pressing today. I can rest as much as I need to.
But seriously? I'm tired of resting. I'm tired of being grouchy. I'm tired, tired, tired of having a stupid cold.