The day after that last post I got sick. I'm not kidding, the very next day, just like I joked. I'm still sick, as in the rest of our zombie household. Stop on by to visit, we'll make you zombie's too. Unforunately parenthood doesn't stop when you get sick. It keeps going and going and going. Diapers, feedings, messes, potty training. But now it also goes with force feeding medicine, 3am couching fits, from you and this children, and the spouse. We're getting better, but very slowly.
I had a few hours of misery this morning, laying on the floor, cell phone on my chest. It happens once every year or two, usually just for a morning, but sometimes all day. Vertigo. Bad, bad vertigo. Can't open my eyes, can't move, can't eat. It feels like the world is swirling around you. Then you try to get up and vomit. Unfortunately my husband had to go into work this morning. In the almost 4 years we've been married he's NEVER had to work a single moment on the weekend. The timing was awful. Luckily my sister is just a few miles from me, and her and my brother-in-law were on standby in case it got to be too much to handle.
God Bless my dear sweet children for being unusually well behaved this morning. I can't say that enough times. Even being sick, they did really well while I layed there on the floor. My toddler did jump on me once and shout "yehaw!" and try to ride me like a horse. I gave myself a gold star for not puking on her.
The world stopped swimming this afternoon, I ate, and the baby is napping while the toddler has her way with my kitchen. Let's hope for a week of no more zombies.
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