We're crawling our way out of this last week. Jack picked up an awful virus at awful timing. We had a trip planned to drive to Boise over the weekend to visit family and see his favorite cousin get baptized. Jack had been looking forward to it all year, really. So when he started coming down with this virus the day before we planned to go, I could see the writing on the wall and knew we weren't going to be able to go. That night he woke up with a fever and nausea, and he has been absolutely miserable ever since. He sobbed when he found out we wouldn't be visiting Idaho after all. He sobbed some more when he realized his perfect attendance record for the school year wouldn't be continuing. Then since we had to stay home, he cried because he knew he was also missing his first flag football game of the season. I cried a lot on his behalf too. It's one thing to see your child sick and miserable. It's another thing when they have to miss out on multiple things they were really excited about because of it.
The same day of the missed Idaho trip, my Dad had a stroke. We are so grateful it was relatively mild and only affected some of his peripheral vision, but it's still scary and sad. I'm sad that I couldn't visit him in the hospital because of the possibility I might be carrying this virus. I also would have loved to visit my sick grandmother this weekend, but again, I won't risk carrying this miserable virus to where she lives. I know there's no convenient time for someone to get sick, but the timing on this one felt especially awful. It hurts to know exactly who passed this virus to us, and to know they absolutely could have chosen not to bring it to our home, but they did anyway. I know I need to get over it, but it will take some time. It's been a painful week.
Not much else to report, and not many pictures from this week, but here are the ones I have:
