I was under the false impression we were getting better. Reality was only some of us were getting better, some of us were just getting started.
J&T were recovering, over the stomach bug part, with only some cold symptoms remaining.
I thought O&S along with myself would escape the dreaded bug and just have the cold. I've rarely been more sad to say I was wrong.
Bob worked until 8:30 tonight, so I was giving it a valiant attempt to handle this all on my own, but by 3:00 I was calling, pleading, begging for reinforcements. Sometimes a girl has to swallow her pride and acknowledge she can only do so much. Thank you grandpa and nana for taking J&T to your house and sparing them. Any more time at my pity party today and they would have been calling you themselves.
Now I'm up with my faithful friend, heartburn. Awake again when I should be asleep, but at least I'm the only one still at my party. Tomorrow, actually today by now, promises to be a bright, bright, sunshiney day.
Here is this morning's scrabble game.
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