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I’ve never had hives due to stress in my life until this week.  I actually thought it was ringworm, which sounds grosser than it is.  I had done some gardening so I figured it was from that, but the treatment didn’t work.  It wasn’t until I had been home for about an hour after work tonight that they red splotches began to retreat.  It was quite the week at work.   Let me explain.  No, there’s too much, let me sum up.  The week is over.  Yea!  Joy!  Rapture!

And yet this evening I looked forward to spending time working on my syllabus.  I’ve avoided it for so long simply because I’ve been too tired to really jump into it and savor the excitement.  Now that I have fed the boys, played a game of Stratego with Older Son and two games of Candy Land with Younger Son, and tucked them in, I am diving into the Brothers’ Grimm and assignments for the class.

I can hear Younger Son slowly creeping down the hall, even though I told him not to leave his room.  He’s adorable.  The best part of this week was still managing to make or find time to spend with my family.  Even if it was only for fifteen minutes, or an extra cuddle in the morning, or the wonderful games tonight, I kept the most important part of my life important even during this hectic, long hours, home late, kind of week.

And now the hives are disappearing.  I do hope they do not think they are welcome every time I am stressed.