This weekend was not good. I started feeling slightly ill on Saturday afternoon and by Saturday night, I had a full-blown stomach bug with all of the joys that entails.
To make matters worse, the Irishman was out of town for the night, so I literally crawled to the kitchen to get some water. If you've never crawled through your own house with curious cats sniffing you along the way, I can assure you that it's a humbling experience.
My biggest fear that night was that Parker would wake up ill and that I would have to somehow drag myself away from the bathroom floor to take care of it. The next morning was no better. Sweet Parker woke up full of little boy energy, but I literally couldn't leave the bed for more than 5 minutes at a time. I have never been more thankful of having a child who can self entertain. I left the bedroom door open and he would bring his trains in to show me and then went back to playing. I set up a breakfast buffet so he could help himself as he was hungry and I tried desperately to stay awake.
Around 11am, buddy Mel came to the rescue and took over for the next couple of hours. She played with the little guy and made him "acorns" (boiled eggs) and I slept...and slept...and slept... Thankfully, it was then nap time and then husband came home shortly after Parker woke up. I took a bath (standing was not an option) and passed out around 7pm only to sleep a solid 11.5 hours. Wow.
But, today is a new day and I've thus far eaten toast and an egg, so I think everything is on it's way to normal, including this blog. I have more recipes coming shortly (including one for herbed basmati rice - yummmmm) and I'm wrapping up the training for my triathlon, which is in a mere 13 days!
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