There we were, going along as though it was a normal weekend. Catching up with friends, going for walks with bubba, plans for baking (I was even going to take some pictures and do a BAKING POST! Imagine!), shopping, cleaning, etc. Then on Saturday, in the space of a few minutes, I went from just fine, still a "little full" from lunch, to...well, it wasn't pretty. Hurling all over the place. Unable to stand up without dizziness. Exhausted. Jeff snapped into action and was the stalwart nurse and child care provider for the next few hours, then it took him too, even worse. Bubba got it too, in the night, though not nearly as bad. I think he was the "vector" that brought it home and had been fighting it better than we were for a day or two before.
Sunday was a comedy of errors, Jeff and I trying valiantly to have at least one of us be awake enough to take care of bubba, who was all,
who are you lazy moany people and what have you done with my parents?
We seem to have survived the worst of it. Here's to crackers, yogurt, and chicken noodle soup, and to living two blocks from a convenience store, even if you are too sick to walk there.
This is way better than our weekend was.
4 comments:
I hope you are feeling better...I remember the days of "trying" to be sick when my kids were young. By trying I mean actually getting the opportunity to be sick AND recover.
I hope everyone in the house gets better soon. I've known so many people who are sick with this, not that that helps you, but you are certainly not alone. Take care.
When I'm sick, I just tell my daughter that the TV is her new mommy, and I send her off with hours and hours of videos.
Oh, no fun! Been there. Don't wanna visit again. Hope you're feeling better now!
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