After being unable to go to work for three days, due to my aforementioned illness, I am ready to go tomorrow. It isn't that I love my work so much that I don't know what to do without being there. It isn't that I feel like I've got to get away from the house, or my baby, or my wife. I love all of them in increasing order. It's just time to work.
Being able to spend all this time with my wife and daughter has really been great, if marred by fevers and sickness. I've spent considerable time with my daughter every day, for 7 days in a row. Usually, she's so tired at 7:30pm, that I have to put her to bed. Which means that after getting home at 4:40pm, showering, eating dinner, and picking up, I'm left with only about a good hour to play with my little girl.
If I could figure out a realistic plan to allow for me to be at home with my family every day, without becoming impoverished, I would. I love my family. I love our home. Why wouldn't I want to spend the majority of my time there? I can't think of a reason.
Anyway. I'm glad to say that the medicines have been doing their job. My throat no longer feels like a swollen tube full of scorpions. My temperature is also back to normal. Finally. I'm also very glad that my wife is also well on the mend, and my daughter has yet to show any sign of being sick at all.
We actually felt good enough to start putting up Christmas decorations. Loving it.
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