It’s been the kind of week that I’m probably going to remember

All in all, it’s been a very tiring weekend. The kids are still sick but the worst is over and they seem to have turned the corner. Good thing it was a long weekend so daddy was around to weather the storm of viruses.

First off, Good Friday was good because 1. It’s a long weekend so that’s ALWAYS good and 2. Look at the name, do I even need to explain this? And then Easter was even better because it’s a day that you actually remember to stop feeling sorry for yourself and thinking about how tough life is even when it is in fact pretty tough. Also, the Easter production in church this week was one of the best I’ve seen in a long time. (great job, Bern!)

I wanted to decorate some Easter eggs with the kids this year to get into the spirit of things but with the bronchiolitis and the bloody nose, I figured we’ll do the whole shebang next year instead. I mean, I never quite saw the relation between eggs and Easter but I’m all for colorful eggs anytime.

Speaking of illnesses, I’ve got to say that Kirsten is the best sick baby in the universe. As in when she’s sick, she is completely unfussy and incredibly easy to take care of. Unlike Tru who goes into full-fledged hissy fits whenever he’s ill, baby girl just wants to lie in bed and sleep all day long. Without crying. When I carry her, she slumps over on my chest and snuggles. It’s the sweetest thing in the world and I just want to hold her forever. Only thing is, she’s coughing her lungs out throughout the night, which is by far the most heartbreaking sound I’ve ever heard.

So last night, Kelvin valiantly gave up his side of the bed for Kirsten so that I could keep an eye on her. Then at 4am, Tru woke up with a nightmare and insisted he wanted to sleep on our bed too so I found myself on the floor. Without even a pillow for my head because my kids are pillow tyrants and I am utterly at their mercy. I think this means we need more pillows. And a decoy bed to confuse them whenever they’re sick.

I woke up this morning feeling like I got run over by a truck but the kids woke up looking better than they did all of last week so that’s more than I could ask for. If I get through this week, I’m celebrating with a nice Sunday brunch at Rider’s cafe.

In other news, it wasn’t a good week for soccer because with the season coming to a close, we lost the first leg of the Champion’s League to Bayern Munich, lost Rooney to an ankle sprain and lost to Chelsea scum all in a span of five days thanks to some colossally bad refereeing. I know, I don’t usually talk about soccer here but I’m so gutted by the results that I’ve got to talk about it somewhere neutral.

The husband is rooting for Arsenal so the battle lines are drawn. Whoever loses the league will have to wear a Tshirt that says “Arsenal/Man Utd sucks” for a day and lose all gloating rights. It’s down to the wire so here’s hoping the next five games give us something of a miracle.

Although I’m going to come out and say this once and for all. Whatever the results, this season has been nothing but a display of our resilience. With Ronaldo gone and the injuries we’ve had, I’m proud that we’ve come this far, with a real shot at our 19th league title.

Let’s go out and win this.