Not quite an hour before the kids left to home, though, my son got sick.

Now, read the post from two days ago, inserting “son” instead of daughter, and you know how sick he got. That was the second week of illness, made better by the fact that my wonderful husband was home, but made hard by the fact that it’s more difficult to keep a younger child occupied on her own than an older child.

On Monday night, Peggy’s dad died. It was bittersweet; it was a mixture of pain and relief all jumbled together.

On Tuesday, I hugged her good-bye as she went home with her mom to start the practical things that a death requires, and to be there for her as emotional firestorms caught up with her. Grief will eventually drain, one slow day at a time.

On Wednesday, I got a less than “everything is A-ok” report from an annual checkup, so follow up is needed to find out what’s wrong. But the earliest follow – up appointment is….four weeks. Sigh.

On Thursday night, number one son seemed to be on the mend, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I don’t recommend doing that, should you find yourself in this kind of season of life.

On Friday I woke up with conjunctivitis. I had been hoping to pick up a per diem shift at work on Saturday, which was now out of the question. And it’s actually good that I didn’t even try because…

On Saturday afternoon, I got sick. It started with a fever….oh, no, I thought. Here we go again. But my virus presented a bit different. I had vertigo. Really bad vertigo. I think I would choose nausea over vertigo, but then, I wasn’t given a choice, was I?

Most of Sunday I spent lying very, very still, and plaintively asking for Mark and the kids to please not wiggle the bed so much when they so sweetly came to check on me.

On Monday, I was up and about - thank you, God. And my dishwasher broke. Not a big deal, I know. But it’s nice to think of blazing hot water cleaning the dishes when viruses are running around my house. It was quickly fixed by my handyman husband. If only everything in life could be fixed as quickly.

On Friday my husband left for a week-end long trip with our son. They went to a father – son camp out on the coast. They’ve done this trip in the past with the same group and it’s been a great experience. I was happy for them to go and excited for the time they would have together.

And on Friday, my daughter got sick.

I knew life was cyclic, but please, not this again!