Last Thursday I started coming down with a low fever and a cough. I thought it was the flu. But the dang fever kept hanging around and I was having trouble catching my breath when I would cough. So I finally went to the doctor on Wednesday and was diagnosed with bronchitis. 5 days on antibiotics and I feel like a new woman. I still have a yucky cough, but I'm not hanging out in bed with no energy. Luckily no one else has showed any symptoms, so it must have just been a freak thing.
Friday I was so tired and just starting to feel better, but I was having a horribly emotional day. I missed GA and my friends so much. Then I would cry. Then I would think if I missed my friends that much, how much must the kids miss their friends?! And I would cry some more. Then I thought of Evan and how his best friend moved to UT, so even if we visited GA, he wouldn't get to see Finn and guess what? I'd cry some more. I just felt like a total goober. And poor Bon. He does what he can to help me, but I just think the emotional mess of it all throws him for a loop. Kinda like "be nice to Mom, but stay away from her" kind of things. Ha!
Bon got some shelves set up in the garage and on the front porch. So we have 99% of the boxes out of the living room now. I was starting to feel caged in. I am waiting for some negativity about some of the boxes being moved to the garage, but she hasn't been here yet. Plus she doesn't live here, so I can't let her control this. I need to make that my mantra.
This week I will be trying to catch up on things I didn't do while sick. Like...cleaning the bathroom. My visiting teachers are coming on Tuesday, so that will be nice.
