I Just Want To Say, "I'm Alive!" After A Three-day Temperature Marathon With One Of The Twins. I'll Admit,

I just want to say, "I'm alive!" After a three-day temperature marathon with one of the twins. I'll admit, the 40s on the thermometer were a bit scary.

I seemed to get lost in the days and nights, alternating between medicines and other things to do.

As they say, what is "trouble" for one is "good" for the other, and the second twin enjoyed mum's separate attention on our rare walks. And the eldest son was given almost unlimited access to the internet in his spare time. Not ideal motherhood 🩷

Today I left the house alone for the first time, for an hour. Answered all my messages, bought a coffee at the coffee shop nearby.

Yes, I tried to read at nights, but Dostoyevsky has always been difficult for me.

I tried to write a chapter, and I'm getting better at it, but it was not without struggling.

Anyway, with humour, juggling medicines, I'm at this point now and waiting to see who gets sick next 🥲