Climbing our way out

Wow this week has been a rough one around here. We have ALL had the FLU!!! and it has been a doozy. Gabriela started us off last Friday when she went home from the ward Christmas party with a fever. She attempted to go to her dance christmas party, but she fell asleep during the Nutcracker and didn't touch her food. She proceeded to have a fever for the next two days. Bless her heart, she was dragged to church with us on Sunday because Miguel and I were the speakers and we couldn't leave her at home, so I quickly rushed home with her after sacrament meeting. And wouldn't you know it, all that tender loving care I was giving her caused me to get that night. And for the next two days I couldn't get out of bed because of how much pain my body was in. I cried. I bawled. My kids eventually just got in the bed with me. Next to fall was Sophia. And then Miguel. and finally Julianne. Gabriela has missed an entire week of school. We tried on Wed. but I got a call 30 minutes after dropping her off that she just wanted to lay on the rug and was pale in the face. I feel bad for her. It was spirit week at school and she missed the whole thing. And I'm pretty sure she's going to miss the Christmas party tomorrow as well. She has a horendous cough that would scare anyone away. At least it's kindergarten and doesn't really know what she missed out on. I think I'm doing pretty good until I try to go anywhere and realize it's probably not a good idea.

Since Miguel and I spoke on gratitude and also being grateful for our trials. The thought I've tried to keep all week is that at least we didn't go through this over Christmas. Just get it out of the way now and not let it drag on forever. I'm grateful we all had it together (even Miguel) so we could all lay down together. None of this, mom in bed, and kids take over the house while dad is still working. Nope. Everyone has more than happy to take a nap during the day.