PMS, Conjunctivitis and Sister Secrets

Our scheduled, crazy busy week has turned into a week of cancelled therapy sessions and outings, doctor visits, boredom, itchiness and lots of television.

Elaina started it all with puffy, oozy eyes on Monday.  By bed time she was coughing and sneezing and a little warm.  Polly woke up this morning unable to open her eyes, the poor dear.

And although I am crabby, I have a great sense of relief in cancelling our life for a few days. 

We are taking a time out.

Time goes so slow when you have a bad case of PMS and are home with three little girls, two of whom are sick.

The girls are troopers though.  They are in good spirits except when I come at them with warm wash clothes to wipe their eyes.  They like to hang out in an imaginary world created under the dinning room table.  They pretend to be spies in gymnastic suits and look behind the couch for clues to their mystery.  All three climb the stairs throughout the day hoping to find inspiration to start a new game.

Yesterday Elaina and Zoya taught Polly how to tell secrets.  As I snapped this picture my eyes glossed over.  Seeing all three girls happily playing, life so incredibly mundane and normal, things I thought were impossible after we learned of Polly’s diagnosis.  I was so wrong.

A sick day once in a while can do wonders for the soul.

Oh no, my eyes are starting to itch.