I wish a lot of things right now.
I wish I could say that we’ve had a week of non-stop fun, fun, fun.
I wish I could say that every day has been full of excitement.
I wish I could say the weather has been lovely lately.
I wish I could say that all is right at Le. Rheims.
I wish I could say all of that right now, but I can’t.
Why? Because since Friday afternoon, four of my five kids has been either coughing or throwing up or…worse. All kinds of unpleasant things have been going on since then, including disgustingly humid and hot weather.
So here I sit, surrounded by recovering children, and we’re watching Dora for the 85th time today.
And I don’t care.
Somehow things like painting rocks and baking cookies and just generally having an awesome summer don’t seem to matter right now.
What does matter? A room full of mostly healthy, kinda happy, non-complaining children, who are content to sit still and veg out in front of the TV.
I wish it were different, but it’s not, and that’s OK.