AC is checking in today as a very weary warrior.
What a week! The grands started it off copious amounts of projectile vomiting. Not to be outdone, Daddy decided to get into the act.
By Wednesday, the flu hit AC. It came down on me when I was doing a long stint of babysitting. I just wanted to be left on my own, but the kids were exceptionally active that day. They couldn’t settle to anything for more than a few minutes, before it was, “Buppa, I want to …” I barely made it through, which I guess isn’t true, but that’s how I felt.
The kids tried to make alternate childcare arrangements for Thursday but couldn’t manage, so Cuppa took a long shift whilst AC recuperated. Unlike most normal humans, I don’t tend to sleep all that well when I’m sick, but I surprised myself by nodding off for three hours in my easychair.
Cuppa had told me to stay home all day, but I couldn’t bear to leave her hanging like that, so I managed to relieve her at 2:30 for the final three hours of our stint. Good thing as she was at the end of her tether by then, for she had also come down with the bug.
Thank heaven for small mercies; today is our off day, and we’re both sitting around feeling wiped and doing as little as possible but also figuring that we’ll probably miss the Light Up The Night celebrations again this year. But we’re on the mend. Unlike Zach and Nikki Dee, we never lost our lunch, but also unlike them, it is taking us a little while to recover.