Time out.

I need one. Having a rough day today. My dad would have been 62 today.

He's been gone a little over four years now but today is apparently just one of those random moments when it hits me how very much I miss him. Finding it hard to focus. :(

For the record, I think part of it, too, is just that I'm worn out. This has been a tough week. Micah's been sick the entire week...such that many of my plans have had to be rearranged (including a "date" with Nathan that I'd been looking forward to)...and such that I'm seriously working on buying some sort of steam vac system because I'm sick of cleaning up vomit off of already disgusting carpet (taking recommendations! right now, the front runner is this Hoover model on a friend's recommendation)...and such that my week "off" from homeschooling hasn't been overly productive at all, which leaves me miffed. Also, I managed to rip my favorite/only pair of jeans, the snow and temperatures are keeping me from running/escaping, and I'm feeling guilty because of the sad faces that met me this morning upon realizing that Elfie didn't move to a new place last night like he's supposed to (because I just plain forgot and needed sleep). Bleh. 

On the plus side, though, because I'm ever the optimist:

• I know and am supremely thankful for the fact that my boys are generally pretty darn healthy and this is an anomaly.
• Also very happy that the croup stuck with just Micah, though that has left the other two healthy and without enough outlets for their energies, as Micah's usually their partner in crime, so to speak (and because it's meant that we've stayed home rather than getting out and about).
• And I did manage a run on Tuesday before the snow, so that's something.
• And Micah says he's feeling better today (though, to be fair, he's said that every morning this week except for Monday and Tuesday)...but he slept A LOT yesterday and last night, so I'm hopeful that's done the trick.
• And I know I'm truly blessed to have known my dad...however short that time may have been. I'm thankful every day for the many ways he touched my life.

Sigh. So. Back to Friday then. Off to figure out what I'm doing...