Recovery

We are all healing now in the Bredemeyer House. Group sickness is miserable and especially debilitating for me. On one hand, we only have one child and I have a fully capable husband so I kind of really want to lay here and heal...and sleep. On the other, what mother can lay in bed and sleep knowing that her child is throwing up in the other room? But we managed. And now we are all good!

Sadly, we missed Halloween. No costumes. No candy. No parties. No trick-or-treating. Just sickly people. Ben doesn't really know what he missed, so that is OK. But there will be a hole in his baby book where the 3rd Halloween pictures should be. I won't miss them until he is grown and has his own kiddos. But by then, I am told that I'll miss everything!

Now we are hunkered down watching the election results on TV. I live in a house divided so it always makes for good conversation every four years. Yes, I am the bleeding heart, hippie liberal who wants the world to have a coke and a smile and teach the world to sing and my husband is, well...he's just right of Atilla the Hun. Good conversation, indeed! But that's why he married me. For my fiesty nature and my hopeful idealism. That, and I am a great cook! But I beg all of you...if your candidate won or if your candidate lost, let's put the hate speak on hold for a while. It only makes your face crinkly.

Until tomorrow...