What a week. We are all operating at about 85% healthy this morning. Which feels pretty darn good after the week we've had. Between the heat, being sick myself, and waking up each day to another child falling to the stomach flu/high fever, it's been a tough one.

It's funny, in the middle of a round of sickness, how you forget what normal is. You begin to wonder if you'll ever put a real meal on the table or hang out a load of laundry or DO a load of laundry again. The daily visits to the swimming pool seem like they would require amazing feats of energy that you no longer have.

But a new day dawns.

This morning, I was actually up and outside before anyone else had managed to crawl into bed with me. Enough time to feed the kittens and notice that I'll be picking my first tomato tomorrow, I believe.

The heat is gone, which changes my perspective on everything. I'm thankful for the break, for my healthy children, for the return to normal.

Mary came downstairs this morning in jeans, two tee shirts, a long sleeved shirt and her pink cowboy boots, begging for breakfast.

No, she's not having fever chills.

That's normal.

Happy weekend, everyone.

Find A Bushel and A Peck, Week 2, here.