I think, I hope, I'm at the tail end of my first major stomach flu with two kids. Seriously, one of the worst parenting challenges, ever. It's hard enough to take care of oneself when ill, but then to realize that two other little people need your care and you just aren't physically well enough to do it; it makes you feel crushingly human. That is, flawed. In a major way.
I'm glad TSA is as competent a parent as he is, and that all my people seem roughly in the same shape as before I went into this viral hell.
I missed a beautiful weekend with my extended family, in the home of my alma mater, which is always so beautiful this time of year.
The bright side is, I'm just one stomach flu away from my goal weight. I'm going to go try on some of my skinny jeans to wallow in my depression.