I am grateful . . .
- that the bludgeoning sensation in my skull only lasts as long as the coughing does.
- that the sweats and chills are subdued somewhat during the daytime
- for Baby Signing Time dvds and for PBS kids for entertaining my children so I can supervise them with minimal effort and feel like at least they're learning something while I rot their brains out.
- for a husband who will come home, feed the toddler, clean the kitchen, and bounce the baby while I lay down.
- for a baby who delightfully decides to be content today.
- for a toddler throwing fewer tantrums and being more helpful than usual today.
- that an entire week of this nasty flu is behind me, so that I am closer to the end than the beginning of my suffering. Supposedly.
- that I slept the better part of 13 hours last night.
- for frozen dinners.
- For the capacity to have multiple windows open at once so Jenny can watch home videos and I can blog simultaneously.
While you may think my tone is sarcastic, let me clarify (since the written word can be confusing on tone sometimes.) I am absolutely sincere. When feeling like you want to die, you count your blessings where you can. I am truly grateful my suffering is not worse. It could be, so easily.