Ruthie and I have been knocked down hard with colds this week. At one point I thought I was going to fall asleep at the wheel, so felt justified asking Ryan to come home early. I have to use these requests sparingly, he is just so busy. In mid-fever pitch, I really considered hiring a personal chef so everyone would get fed without me. That push and pull of being the family meal maker, but also knowing you need to lay your butt down. It’s hard.
Today we are still coughing, so during therapy we stopped at a pho place because she’s my only adventurous eater. We didn’t talk much, just drank tea and our soup.