"I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom I knew as well."
-Henry David Thoreau

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Sick. So sick.

We went to Corbin's baptism on Sunday (of which I have lots of pics on the computer to share later, but none on my phone to share right now).  Oh, I have this one of me and Drew, just because I think he's cute. 
We spent the afternoon working in the yard. Drew mowed & edged for the first time this year while Eleanor & I put down fresh mulch in the front flower beds. I have a feeling that a decent amount of Eleanor's childhood will include this wagon. 
Monday started out normal with a visit to Grandpa's and then back home where Eleanor & I did laundry and then went for a walk.  All was good... 
Then, out of nowhere, I was throwing up. Sick. So sick. Violently and frighteningly sick. Thank God Drew was here and able to take Tuesday off work to take care of Eleanor. I don't remember ever feeling so terrible. Technically I guess I had a 24 hour bug, since that's how long the horror lasted. (I'm being a little bit dramatic here, but it really was awful.) I've been frustrated yesterday & today because it's taking me so long to get my energy & strength back. It's slow going, but I'm getting there. I didn't exactly win any parenting awards yesterday, but we survived.  Crackers? Check. Television? Check. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.