I will always remember this weekend as the Harry Potter weekend. We watched the 4-day marathon off and on all weekend. Between all of us falling in and out of sleep and wellness it was a nice diversion.
Saturday Nick was so sick that he was in bed all day. Once again I'm reminded on how much I depend on him being able to help with the kids on the weekends. Balancing a needy newborn along with a sick & miserable 4 and 2 1/2 year old was tough. I earned my stripes that's for sure.
In a brief moment of reprieve Bennet wanted to call Grandma Mary Ella and tell her all about her sickness in great detail.
I like to think of myself as always being able to find the silver lining, but there were a couple times I was sure I was going to cry. Between getting thrown up on, stripping beds, laundry, missed trips to the bathroom, nursing, baths, remaking beds, diaper changes, laundry, nursing, sippy cups, puke buckets, baths, tears, more laundry. . . it was hard to keep laughing.
Yesterday afternoon I started getting the tell-tale signs that it was my turn. There is nothing I hate more than the stomach flu. And like clockwork Nick starts getting a little something working it's way back through at the same time. I swear!! Both of us down for the count. I actually called my mother-in-law for medical reinforcements.
I kept looking at the clock thinking, "Only 2 1/2 more hours until I can sneak some zzzzz's" Today I'm feeling much better. Food is staying where it's supposed to. I am keeping my fingers crossed that everyone can stay on the mend. I am one tired Mama.