My day

Today has been kind of hard. Jeff continues to feel sick. He felt a little better this morning so he went to class. But the longer he was there, the worse he felt. He was supposed to go to a blood banking lab this afternoon after class, but had to skip it, because he felt too ill. He came home and went straight to bed, and has had to spend all day relaxing, resting, napping, and shivering on the couch. Poor guy. For me, that means that I've been in charge of the kids and the house all day instead of just part of the day. It was almost as if he wasn't here at all. I felt bad that I couldn't do more to help him feel better, but it was all I could do to take care of the kids all day. They were fairly high-maintenance today - Thomas was extra fussy and needed lots of attention, and Zaylee was acting up a lot. But they are at last in bed.

This morning, as I started getting breakfast ready, I found a note on the table. It was a little love letter from Jeff that he wrote before going to class. He thanked me for cleaning the apartment yesterday, and for taking care of things while he was laying around feeling sick. It made me feel special that he noticed and took the time to thank me. I sat down and read it, and actually almost started crying because it was so sweet. It was a nice way to start the day, even though it ended up being a difficult day.