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pestilence and woe
Jan. 3rd, 2009 01:06 pmJanuary 3 already?
Since I was sick, I did the responsible thing and went to bed instead of staying up to watch the ball drop. M pretend that he was going to bed, too, but he conveniently couldn't sleep and had to get up and ring in the new year all alone. Isn't that sad? M even got up with the munchkin the next day and let me sleep for another couple of hours--very much appreciated. I never get to sleep in. My parents had said that if we wanted to spend the night with them that night, they would bring me home the next day (yesterday) and we could do a little shopping. Being sick, I didn't really know if that was a good idea but it sounded fun so we ended up doing just that. It worked out fine, except my energy gave out yesterday afternoon and I was coughing like mad and had to cut the day short.
And then... it turns out that I have a stomach virus instead! I went to bed early last night, but was awaked at midnight with teh serious queasy! Just when I had finished with round one, and was thinking of heading back to bed, we heard an alarming cry from my sweet baby's room, too. When M went in to get her, he was greeted by significant pukage. (And E, girly girl that she is, was highly distressed, looking around going "Ewww! Ewww! Ewww!" She has very little experience with puking.) I will spare you the play-by-play, both because it is gross and uninteresting but also because I am more than ready to be done with the whole experience, but my wonderful, wonderful husband ended up staying up with her until after five so I could go back to bed, and then he got up with her for just a few minutes again at 6:30. I also got up several times, and had a terrible time going back to sleep in the later part of the night, so I am pretty sure that last night lasted several years of real time.
Evelyn hasn't thrown up since 6:30 and is currently napping, on schedule, and I have been keeping the contents of my stomach where they belong since probably 1:30, so I am hoping hoping hoping that we aremoving into the clear. M... is tired and a little unsteady, and unusually sensitive to certain lingering smells, so... we're keeping our fingers crossed that he doesn't ge tit but really, I'm afraid it's only a dream (Arwen), only a dream.
But I think that our plans of getting the Christmas stuff put away and getting some shopping done will not be happening, somehow. :) Here's to a lazy weekend, at least..
Since I was sick, I did the responsible thing and went to bed instead of staying up to watch the ball drop. M pretend that he was going to bed, too, but he conveniently couldn't sleep and had to get up and ring in the new year all alone. Isn't that sad? M even got up with the munchkin the next day and let me sleep for another couple of hours--very much appreciated. I never get to sleep in. My parents had said that if we wanted to spend the night with them that night, they would bring me home the next day (yesterday) and we could do a little shopping. Being sick, I didn't really know if that was a good idea but it sounded fun so we ended up doing just that. It worked out fine, except my energy gave out yesterday afternoon and I was coughing like mad and had to cut the day short.
And then... it turns out that I have a stomach virus instead! I went to bed early last night, but was awaked at midnight with teh serious queasy! Just when I had finished with round one, and was thinking of heading back to bed, we heard an alarming cry from my sweet baby's room, too. When M went in to get her, he was greeted by significant pukage. (And E, girly girl that she is, was highly distressed, looking around going "Ewww! Ewww! Ewww!" She has very little experience with puking.) I will spare you the play-by-play, both because it is gross and uninteresting but also because I am more than ready to be done with the whole experience, but my wonderful, wonderful husband ended up staying up with her until after five so I could go back to bed, and then he got up with her for just a few minutes again at 6:30. I also got up several times, and had a terrible time going back to sleep in the later part of the night, so I am pretty sure that last night lasted several years of real time.
Evelyn hasn't thrown up since 6:30 and is currently napping, on schedule, and I have been keeping the contents of my stomach where they belong since probably 1:30, so I am hoping hoping hoping that we aremoving into the clear. M... is tired and a little unsteady, and unusually sensitive to certain lingering smells, so... we're keeping our fingers crossed that he doesn't ge tit but really, I'm afraid it's only a dream (Arwen), only a dream.
But I think that our plans of getting the Christmas stuff put away and getting some shopping done will not be happening, somehow. :) Here's to a lazy weekend, at least..
