It's dumping snow and we have 8 newly hatched baby chicks in a box in Beach's room. I begged BC not to hatch them so early and during meet season but he didn't listen.
The house is a full-fledged construction site.
I spent most of yesterday in bed or on the sofa. I would like to say I was trying to rest but honestly I was trying to get up and get going. Trying to continue to power through this stupid cold. But it keeps dragging me back down. I can feel it every time I stand up- it triples the pull of gravity. I'm short of breath and my head pounds.
All around the valley nasty viruses are taking people out. Last week it swept most of our team off their feet. The line of girls using the phone to call home sick was a constant. Beach and Sophie included. I took them home Tuesday night, feed them toast and tea, and let them sleep snuggled on the sofa together.
That just leaves me. I get stressed, homesick, & regular sick. I get lonely and I get overwhelmed being surrounded... but I think I got this. I can see us standing in the middle of our gym family. Herding excited girls clutching & guzzling Starbucks cups of hot chocolate as they enter the security line. Bags and selfies, nerves and smiles.
And now we have 9 baby chicks.
Maybe when we get home the house will be finished- and life can get back to normal.