He's.Home(sick)

I was so looking forward to a weekend with my little family. I was stoked to watch the snow fall, cook in, have a glass of wine, play all day, stay in our pajamas, church on Sunday, do some small house projects.

I was so happy Kirk was back after a long week away.

The powers that be, however, weren’t as excited for me to have the fun, family weekend I was anticipating. Nope….they were, however, really kind to me in that they made sure Kirk made it home before the 24-hour flu kicked my ass.

Saturday started out great. We went to Home Depot, had lunch at a new burger joint and then I got some Mommy Time with Kelsi and we got pedicures…all of that was great.

Then, literally the minute I walked in the door from pedicures, my head started pounding. I had promised Kirk he could go to the gym for an hour if I could get a pedicure. WHile he was gone, it hit me with such force it took me to my knees.

At one point, I had to lock Reeve in the bathroom with me. When Kirk got home I was lying on the cold tile floor and Reeve was screaming to be picked up.

THe next 12 hours were a blur. Lots of vomit. Lots of aches and stomach spasms. Lots of restlessness.

I am better now. A little sore, maybe, but better.

And THANK GOD Kirk made it home or I don’t know what I would’ve done.

Here’s my boys….

(as soon as I finished typing the above sentence, Kirk came running upstairs to pass off Reeve…he’s sick now)