Well, it’s Tuesday and Joshua went back to work last night. He is still achy and sore, but digestively sound. Mike is also still sick but he has his college classes on Tue and Thur, so he went to school today. So it’s just me still working on laundry from the great vomit-o-thon, and mel is still home.
On a high note, the cable guy is here installing CABLE!!!!!!! We agreed when we moved in that the choice was broadband internet of cable, we all chose internet.
Have a great day!
WARNING- this is not for the weak of stomach…
All is not well in the Vadney house. Yesterday morning, Joshua the husband woke up to an urgent need for the bathroom (I’ll spare details). He laised around until 10, then went to bed and did not wake up until 830. This is monumental, he never naps that long. He wakes up to tell me he has been shivering and everything aches. You have the flu, I tell him….No I don’t…whatever. So we go to bed at 930, and he sleeps all night through. I wake at 430 (it’s not intentional, my body and it’s pharmacy have designated 430 to be my wake up time) and go downstairs. As I am passing Mel’s room, her bed is stripped and she isn’t in there. Oh great, I am thinking the dog made a deposit on her blankets last night. This was NOT the case. I find Mel on the couch, shivering despite the massive amounts of fleece blankets on her. She proceeds to tell me that sometime last night, she woke suddenly and knew she wouldn’t make it to the bathroom, so she threw up into her blanket. Then she says she has done it 5 time more since. Great, 2 peeps with the flu. I get her some Immodium and some dramamine, hoping to stop her explosive upper and lower issues. Just before she falls asleep, she tells me that Mike was also up last night and that they were taking turns in the bathroom. WONDERFUL!!!!! 3 peeps with the flu.
So, I seem to be the only one not sick, therefore taking care of everyone else. It’s been a few years since more than one of us has been ill at the same time. Gotta go, I have more blankets to wash. What a Monday….
As my children have grown older, their interests have gone from power rangers and barney to IPods, cell phones, and xbox…I am mostly ok with that. But I think I am losing my connection to what little kids like.
My dearest friend, Christine, is having her son’s 6th birthday party this Saturday. Billy is a great kid and very much a part of you family. Since he and his sister were born (Ana is 4), all of their gifts from me have been handmade (don’t conjure up images of Ralphie and Aunt Clara’s gift, I am MUCH cooler than that).
So Billy’s party is less than a week away and I spent today crocheting this:
I was pretty impressed with myself considering it took less than 4 full hours to complete. Then my 17 year old son walks in the room and asks who it’s for, I say Billy’s birthday. So my son proceeds to tell me Billy is too old for a dinosaur and I should think about a trip to ToysR Us. I was heartbroken.
Any suggestions or comments would be greatly appreciated.
