He is sick. Really sick. Moaning in bed thinking that he is at death’s door sick. Poor guy. Chris is sick. He came home from volunteering at the kid’s school all day yesterday and then promptly got sick. I tucked him into bed and went to sleep somewhere else. No way did I want what he had.
So on to today. The day has been full. Full of drama and tears. We gave Chris enough medicine to make it to his VERY important meeting this morning. He made it and then made it back home again. I think he is still sleeping.
The children miss daddy (eventhough he is only upstairs, the children are banned from seeing him). Everyone seems to be having one of those days. The children and the world around us included. I think that I have talked to, emailed with, or listened to many of them today (myself included in that). The words “stress” and/or “hurt” seem to be the words of the day.
I think that I will be glad when tomorrow comes.
The Puddles 
In my many many years of experience I have found that men can undergo a couple of open heart surgeries and various other heart procedures and something like four cancer surgeries and end up needing a zipper down their chest to make it easier for the doctors and they are very brave. But, give them a “regular” upset stomach or cold and “no one should feel this bad!”. May he recover soon for your sake. You are in my prayers!!
He has to get better. We have a movie date on Monday.