I don't know about your family, but after a long spell of being under the weather, everyone around here starts to go a little completely stir crazy.
That extra-special bouncing off the walls and driving the grown-ups batty sort of crazy.
It's been like that over here, with us laid out for more than a week by this nonsense we call the flu.
And as Lupine sat at the table eating a snack late Saturday morning she mused aloud about one disappointment from this season.
"It's too bad we missed the winter festival because we were sick."
The winter festival! I hadn't given it a thought in weeks.
I ran to the computer and looked it up. Today! It was today!
In just shy of three minutes the kids and were bundled up and on the road, headed to the Kickapoo Valley Reserve for their annual community winter festival.
Pete, still sick, stayed home to rest and no doubt appreciate the rare and deep silence that came with our departure.
From sleigh rides to sledding and skating, from hanging out in the quinzhee to a delightful chance to visit with friends, it was just what we needed to kick this flu for good.
Because even this hermit needs to get out there and see her people now and then.
And somehow after being home – sick – with family for days on end, standing there in the snow watching our kids zip across the ice or down the hill while we chatted about knitting, homeschooling, goat diseases, and the like with friends was pure bliss.
That night the kids and I dragged ourselves up to bed, utterly exhausted.
Because better from the flu by a couple of days still isn't the health we're used to being.
We read stories and cuddled and I kissed them goodnight. As I left their room I glanced at my watch – 6:50.
And they were out.
Twelve hours later that were both still asleep.
And now? It's Monday. It's January 13 for goodness sake. (Where did this month go?)
I'm getting anxious to start our winter homeschooling season.
To find our rhythm again.
To hit our groove.
To clean some closets.
To be well and present and alive and loving life once more.
Oh, yeah. I might be half a month late for the party, but bring it on, January.
I think I'm (finally!) ready.