Lets just start by saying, I am going to get my days all wrong, so if you’ve read my real-time facebook updates and then you read this, and they don’t match…sorry.
It all started Saturday night, I think. Caitlyn got sick. Crazy sick, with the stomach virus from H E double hockey sticks. We even ended up in the ER. She’s okay, but what’s the use of a Pediatric ER within a mile of your house if you never use it?
Then Patrice joined the fun.
I hate the stomach virus. I hate how it makes me kids, look, feel and smell.
And then, just for kicks, I got sick. Like wow. And I gained a whole new respect for my kids. I whine way more than they do when I am sick. Within a couple hours, Sue got sick. And hubby wisely stayed home from work to take care of us…for the next two days. I protested. I Praise the Lord he didn’t listen and stayed anyway.
Last night, the kids tried a real meal. Patrice regretted it. Today we are back to dry cereal and dry toast.
I woke up feeling decent. It is supposed to be 68 degrees today. I planned a trip to the zoo…in my mind…then I had to rest from walking down the stairs and settled for putting on shoes for the first time in three days.
I look at my house. And want to clean all the things. Then I get dizzy again and hope to finish ONE load of laundry. Just one.
How will I spend the rest of my time? Praying hubby does not get this bug. Dude, I’m even praying my worst enemy doesn’t get this bug.
We love you all enough to tell you to stay away from us!