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) 😦