Alas, my plans were foiled by Craig coming down with a pretty scary sore throat (replete with a dime sized ulcer) and Maceo coming down with a fever. And now you can see how these events conspired to manufacture a very different version of the long weekend I had been imagining. Now don't get me wrong - I feel terrible for Craig's sickness as I know his throat and head are killing him. I feel terrible that Maceo had a fever and a convulsive cough and had to be dragged to the doctor and poked and prodded. I feel terrible that their weekends were ruined. But I also have to admit that I feel sorry for myself too . Sorry that someone has been sick in this house since December 22nd. Sorry that we couldn't make any of the dates we had planned. Sorry that I was essentially trapped in the house taking care of people who could not take care of themselves. It just feels like this entire month has been an endless feedback loop of sickness and cooties and I desperately want a weekend to pass when we can enjoy ourselves and I can leave the house by myself for at least four hours. I am beginning to lose hope that we will ever realize such bold fantasy.
OK, enough of that. I did take Maceo back out on the sled today despite the fridigid temperature. After a 45 minute spin on the ice, we came home, ate some lunch, and did some serious playing. And I did manage to make some small progress on my quilt, as well as add a jellyfish to Maceo's underwater-themed mobile. So not all was lost, Below are some photos of the playtime - the afternoon light was so warm and orange but unfortunately I could not really capture the feeling in the photos. But you get the idea.
Investigating his "Learning Farm".
Getting more comfortable with "walking" with assistance.
Playing in front of his new tent.
If it makes you feel any better (and it probably won't), I know how you feel! There have been days where I'm like, "seriously? This SUCKS!" Hang in there (and treat yourself to a massage or something)!
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