The week started off peacefully. Unlike most weeks, I had no evening commitments, so I wasn't rushing through any dinners or bedtimes, getting to sleep too late, waking up too soon. Amy was feeling more energetic, the kids were getting along, and work was going well. I think I even allowed myself a half-second of thinking to myself, "This ain't bad."
Then in a matter of days, the weather took a turn for the worse, my throat started getting scratchy, Amy fell ill, and both my kids threw up. And so it is with two kids: such little breathing room, that even when the stars align, it seems you only get one breath before it all starts up again. Still, I write this with a smile on my face, because life is good and I love my family and so, in the grand scheme of things, it ain't bad.