Another beautiful Sunday here in Vienna. The last few weekends have been like this, and each time, we think it’ll probably be the last one.
I’m holding out hope for yet one more, because I was sick again today and missed out on enjoying the beautiful autumn weather. I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t do anything, except sleep and occasionally attempt to keep my children from meeting an early demise.
Dan did a great job of wrangling everyone, but I’m also incredibly grateful for our downstairs neighbor. She called up earlier and invited us all to join her family for a picnic in the park and some of the cake she was baking. I was too sick to go, but Dan and the boys took her up on her offer. From all accounts, they had a great time (and they even brought some cake back for me — yummy!). They ate cake, my neighbor’s oldest daugher played endlessly with Benjamin (and a little with Liam) and Dan got to chat with our neighbor.
It’s always a bummer to be sick. Worse for it to be on the weekend. Worse for it to be on a beautiful day. Worse for it to interfere with plans I have with the kids (we were planning to go to the zoo today). It was really nice that my kids got to get out and enjoy the day, even though I was stuck inside. With any luck, I’ll be feeling better tomorrow! And with an extra bit of luck, next weekend will be beautiful, too.