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Ugh...

Not sure what to say today. Both my Pauls are sick with nasty colds, and I'm not sure who's harder to deal with - the toddler or the grown-up. This healthy mama is sick of wiping noses and making chicken noodle soup. The only adult interaction I've had since Wednesday was with the cashier at CVS when I went on a tissues and cough medicine run (oh and by the way there don't seem to be any cold/flu medicines for almost-3-year-olds, everything is for 4 and up. I did find a homeopathic Similisan version though that is safe for 2 and up and seems to be helping). Today we all needed to get out of the house so we went to Target to infest everything there with our germs - woo hoo! And tonight I'm planning to spend my Saturday evening organizing my coupon binder (yes I'm a couponing geek with a binder).... Such an exciting life I lead!

But then, when I'm feeling down about how dull our life is (at least this weekend) and how sucky it is to be the sole healthy person in a house full of sickness and I start feeling bad for myself, I remember that really we're so so lucky. We're lucky that we can afford to buy medicine to help with sicknesses; lucky that we're not dealing with anything worse than a bad cold; lucky that I clip coupons because I enjoy it, NOT because we need to; lucky to have a nice safe warm house and food to eat; and lucky to have this little family that I love so much.

A friend of mine recently lost her baby in a terribly unexpected way, a baby that was loved and cared for and wanted and who unfortunately didn't survive delivery. Last weekend I went to the memorial service for her and today was the burial which some other friends attended. And our friend is strong, and she'll get through this horrible time, but she's also forever changed. We're all forever changed because of this unimaginable thing that happened to our friend, and we've all been holding our loved ones a little closer ever since we heard the news... Events like that make you realize even more just how lucky you are, and I hope and pray and KNOW that one day our friend will feel lucky again too....

Now excuse me, I'm off to hug my snotty faced kid until he can't stand it anymore...

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