Well, we got our first full-blown virus. And by we... I mean Spencer and then me. It.Was.The.Pits. Funny thing is I think Spencer was more of a trooper than I was. I'm seriously a horrible nurse and even a worse sicky. Poor Dane, having to deal with both of us for a week.
At first I was wary about even mentioning our 'first-virus' milestone here. I mean there is so much on the interwebs about SAHMs complaining about this or that and then even more about SAHMs complaining about the other SAHMs complaining and giving them a bad rap. It's a mess and makes me tentative about sharing my stories about the little missy. But, here's the thing, everyone's experiences are different and we all love a good story. Usually a good one includes the frustrations and the hard stuff along with the sunshine and laughter. We are big fans of keeping it real...and this week really wasn't my fav.
But as you can see ... ain't no virus gonna hold her down, oh no, you got to keep on movin' ... speaking of movin' - Dane ran his first half marathon this week too, and we couldn't make it to the finish line but we cheered when he got home. { ps. we started crawing and pulling up, I can't keep up!! }
