So we've all kind of had the flu this past week. Or maybe it was just a cold plus a stomach virus, since it seemed a bit mild to be THE FLU. Or maybe there really is enough Lysol and orange juice and rest and zinc in the world to take the edge off of the flu, if you start quick enough?
Ariel's class was essentially decimated by Monday afternoon, and when I went to get her she was all feverish and unreasonable herself. Kanga swooped in and quarantined her for pretty much the rest of the week so that I wouldn't get it, since I am With Child and all. I got it, or something like it, anyway, but very mildly. Not enough to stop me from doing most things I had to do (progress reports!) but enough to make me completely exhausted and a bit wretched for most of the week.
Delicate, fragile balance of routine and order? Completely destroyed for a week. Sigh. I don't like weeks like that. What should have been a long, leisurely weekend of relaxing and doing little home-y projects was instead a long, tiring weekend of doing home-y projects and catching up on about five million other tasks.
And recovering from what I can only describe as an emotional hangover from undisclosed drama last weekend (remember, all the smiting that wanted to happen?) My big realization of the week has been that it takes me a seriously looooong time to get over being really upset. It bothers me for a long time, even after things are resolved and peaceful. Longer than most, I think. And I really don't think I like that. It's super annoying, being so delicately balanced emotionally as well as routine-ly.
But now everything is blessedly done (well, except that tiny last little part of my progress reports, naturally due today, but everything else is done!) and I feel right again. Balance restored. Moving onward!