What’s that saying about lemons & lemonade?

This week has been kinda hard.

But then it’s also been good.

A dichotomy of sorts.

One group of us has been well (females).

And another, not so well (males).

Tim has been down for the count since Tuesday night and Little G has had coughing and fever on and off for several days.

I’m thankful we’re not ALL sick. But I’m tired.

Tired of single parenting and sleeping on the couch. (scared of germs, forgive me…)

Somehow though, amongst the sleeves of saltines, tissues and glass of juice and/or ginger-ale refills, I still feel thankful.

Thankful to have these people to take care of.

Thankful for broken crayons to make new ones with.

Thankful for kids that are still REALLY healthy in general.

Thankful for a little time outside this afternoon with my best girl.

Thankful for this photo framed and sitting on my kitchen window sill.

Thankful for thin crust frozen pizza and the chicken Tim grilled before the plague struck.

Thankful for abc.com so I could watch Modern Family after the DVR apparently took a winter break.

Thankful that I KNOW this week will eventually have to end.