For a week my life was dominated by two phrases:
Extreme winter weather warning and bronchiolitis and pneumonia.
The former turned what was supposed to be a day in Portland into a 2½ day stay because of freezing rain and snow on the route home. The latter saw my son sick and in the doctor’s office one day and then in the hospital for the next two (he’s much better now). In the two days in between these events I reached my low as a mother and my productivity was nil the entire week. Continue reading