Lost Week

I’ve frequently referenced my lost months and can recite them pretty accurately — April 2012 when I was pregnant with Edith and September 2014 when I was pregnant with Atticus are the most obvious. I basically spent those months in bed and watching TV when my head wasn’t doubled over a toilet (or at work).

More recently, we had a lost month toward the end of last winter when we all got sick consecutively — not simultaneously, but back-to-back. One of us would be puking or otherwise feel like crap for five days or so. As soon as that person was in the clear for about 12 hours, the next person would start. The winter before that, the kids both had pink eye and passed it to me. It wasn’t exactly all month, but it sure felt like it.

Last week was a lost week, but it could have been much worse. I was exhausted at the beginning of the week, sleeping 11 hours Tuesday night and taking a nap the next afternoon. Paul called off on Wednesday and wasn’t quite back to normal til Friday or Saturday. Atticus had a bad cough most of the week and finally stayed home from school on Friday. Only Edith has been in the clear (although she was sick a few weeks ago, so ...).

Fingers crossed this is the worst of it, but I’m not holding my breath. There’s still a lot of winter to go.