I have bronchitis, so at least this time I have an excuse for not writing.
Luckily, I took my last antibiotic pill this morning, and I'm not longer coughing so hard I think my head will explode, so I think I'm close to the end of this hell. I'm still extremely worn out from doing, well, nothing. Unless you count coughing and coughing, and did I mention coughing. Oh, and blowing my nose. A lot. I pretty much lived on the couch, my bed, or bathtub since Thursday. Now I feel like a newborn whenever I walk, all clumsy and stuff. And I get dizzy and tired whenever I stand up for more than a minute or two, which sucks.
I have to say a huge THANK YOU to my husband. He really has been awesome while I've been sick. He took over the cooking and cleaning, and the children, of course. I'm not saying the house has been in perfect condition, but it hasn't become unlivable yet. I do think, however, he will retaliate if I don't take over the kitchen duties soon. And the cooking. And the children.