Our home has been quit this week. The silent air is occasionally filled with a cough, a sneeze and sometimes a cry. My hands have been full juggling three sick children. Three sick children means three beds need changed, and most likely more than once. There is homemade soup waiting to be made, and mommy is requested in every room for cuddles in bed and lots and lots of stories.
Three sick children means a balancing act for the week. A race around our house trying to take care of everyone's individual needs. And no matter how tired I am at the end of the day, my heart still breaks for the lost look in their little eyes.
While I would give anything to curl up with some tea and finish my book, my book that has taken me weeks to read, I am off to conquer the household. Laundry and sweeping. Checking homework and making beds. And then, I will sit silently with my children and breathe.
Five minutes after I took this picture Jess got sick all over the couch, herself and the floor. What a week.