Normally, I look forward to the weekend. This past weekend was no exception. I had a bit of work to do for my out of the house job, and I wanted to get some things done around my home, but the time felt free and pretty wide open. Aaahh, space to breath. I was tired on Friday night, which I attributed to the extra energy I had exerted getting up early and getting the Big 3 up to the mountains for a day of skiing. I even slept in on Saturday morning. By about 10 am on Saturday I knew my fatigue wasn’t just the tired from a busy week. Sickness was hitting. By late afternoon I was miserable with a tummy bug, just wishing I could somehow escape the yuck by sleeping. Finally, by about 9 pm, my symptoms started to abate.
My sweet honey was so kind and helpful, bringing me crushed ice and sympathy as I needed it. He fed the kids dinner, gave the Little Man a tubbie, and kept things going in The Land of Those Who Were Healthy. He himself wasn’t 100% well, having been afflicted with a similar bug earlier in the week, so he fell into bed about 10 pm ready for sleep himself. This sleep was critical, since he was preaching the next morning and needed to be well rested.
Midnight. Kid #2 walks into our room to announce he is sick, and that his very tall bunk bed needs to be cleaned up. In my state, I probably would have contributed to the mess, so I stayed in bed and Hero Husband took over. He got Kid #2 all cleaned up, the bedding into the washing machine, and got back into bed. Then we heard someone else get sick. Thinking it was Kid #2 again, Hero Husband ran down the hallway to check on him. He was fine. Oh, dear! On to the girls’ room, H.H. (yup, Hero Husband) discovers that Kid #3 had gotten sick by leaning over the edge of her top bunk. Yuck! So he cleans her up, cleans her room up, and moves the laundry around downstairs. Finally, Hero Husband collapses into bed, only to jump up again because the washing machine is clunking downstairs because the load is off balance. So he rights the load, waits for it to finish, shifts the sheets to the dryer, and starts the other load so I don’t have to mess with it in the morning. Of course, load two goes off balance too, so the poor guy has to fix the washing machine a second time.
Hero Husband finally gets back in bed, this time getting to stay there until his alarm goes off. Of course, Kid #4 wakes up at this crazy about the same time, not sick, but happy and ready to go downstairs. I scoop him up, and plant him on the couch next to me. He sees his papa eating breakfast, and asks for some, which Hero Husband gladly shares. He comes back to the couch with me, where he watches Kipper and I doze for about an hour.
Slowly, the kids drift downstairs. Kid #2 and Kid #3 feel horrible, but their symptoms have stopped. Kid #1 finally makes her appearance. Sadly, she is also afflicted. So the four of us lay around on the couches in the family room, doing our best to interact with the happy and healthy Kid #4 until Hero Husband comes back from church. The big news on Sunday was that I managed to take a shower.
So my weekend ended up being nothing at all like I imagined. I still feel puny, although better than I did on Monday. Hopefully, the upcoming weekend will be MUCH better.
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