In the Past Week of Quarantine

I have nursed this buddy back to health,

and this one too, even though he doesn't look sick in this picture, he got the flu as well.

I've made a flock of felt birds,

and started and finished a book.

I have emptied the froggy potty a million and one times, all the while fruitlessly talking up the merits of using the big potty.



I cut Max's hair in a defensive lice move, making him "look like Daddy"

I have caught a terrible cold.


I have self medicated with chocolate chips and girl scout cookies despite having met my self imposed weight limit 3 weeks early.


I have completed the lung development of the baby keeping residence in my tummy.

I have celebrated the births of the babies of two close friends. Which was fun, but has made the arrival of my little one feel even further away.


I have not had a full night's rest.


I've tried to decide if I have enough hutzpah to do this again, on purpose this time.

I have mourned the 3rd and final child's infection with the flu, despite my many attempts to keep her quarantined herself.

I have had enough pregnant lady breakdowns to remind Dan just how crazy I can be.


But just when I felt I'd completely lost my zest for life, I was cheered up by the sweet notes left around the house by my boys.