Two steps forward, one step back. It’s not the kind of progress I want, but it’s still progress.
Willy got sick. He felt unwell for less than 24 hours. I got sick, too. I felt unwell for three days. Neither is particularly unusual. Willy has a robust immune system. I don’t. Willy inherited his from his father.
So far, neither Ben nor Alex has shown any signs of illness, though I suspect my mom might have it. Willy had gone over to her house to play, ended up getting sick, and then spent the night. Still, I was the one who came down with it second, after Willy. If my mom got it, she waited a few days before showing signs of it.
I may have been exposed earlier than her, but neither Mark nor the younger boys are showing any signs of it. It comes down to my physical weakness. It was a rather mild illness, as far as those things go, consisting of headache, a slight fever, and nausea. The weakness lingered for me, forcing me to sleep even though I was too comfortable to sleep well.
I had just gotten back on track to where I wanted to be, then I got sick—and I was forced to sleep—and got shoved off track again. My battle with my to-do lists is so tenuous it doesn’t take much. Losing a single day sets me off track. Losing three… *sigh*
The only thing that’s saving me right now is that I wasn’t going at my full pace. I wasn’t even trying to be full-time. So, in that sense, it should be easier to catch up. Of course, the reason I wasn’t going full-time was because I don’t have the strength for it, so I doubt I have the strength to “catch up” either.
Two steps forward, one step back. It’s still progress, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.