Hopping to the other side.

One broken leg near the ankle, one terrible sinus/cold issue with head pounding so loudly that I can't think... and trying to sell a house and move across the state of Texas in the midst of it all. My dear husband feels completely stressed out and each time he looks at me with an out-of-control, I-don't-know-how-to-help look, I feel guilty! I wish I were feeling better, and certainly wish I had two strong legs to stand on right now. I wish I could take it all away from him so that he doesn't have any more stress on his head, but I can only carry what I can carry, and then some. He will have to carry his part, and then some. And somehow, just somehow... if we put one step (or hop) in front of the other, we will make it to the other side of this.