Living in My Own Little World

I picked up a postcard last week that had the saying "I'm living in my own little world, but it's OK, they know me here!" It struck me as both hilarious and particularly appropriate for me.

I got another one at the same time which says "Don't bother me--I'm busy living happily ever after." Not as funny, but I liked it.

Running

I ran in another race last Sunday, a 4 mile event. I finished in 39 minutes, 18 seconds. I ran with a friend and we had a good time. The weather was nice, cool and sunny. When I ran on Friday it was warm (low 70s) and muggy and I was so HOT! I absolutely HATE to be hot, and I'm thinking that, unlike most people, I will need to get a treadmill so that I can run indoors during the summer, not winter!

Running is a theme in my life right now, because it seems that I am constantly running somewhere. I can't remember the last time I was not in a hurry. Even when I'm out having a good time, I generally have a schedule to keep and somewhere I have to be at a certain time.

Epilogue

No sooner had I clicked "publish" on the previous post then my almost 14 year old son D. came downstairs to tell me that he could not attend morning track practice because he'd gotten sick the night before. I had been asleep when he arrived home very late from a birthday party (it was a sleepover, but he didn't stay due to practice the next morning). He told Daryl his stomach was upset, but Daryl surmised it was from eating a lot of junk food, and did NOT have him take a bowl upstairs. And yes, he barfed on the floor during the night. I thought he was old enough to make it to the bathroom, but he has always been an extremely sound sleeper, so he may have been caught by surprise.

Somehow, I was not as caught up in feelings of how lucky I have him to clean up after as I was with the little ones! (I adore him, don't get me wrong, but...) Luckily, he and Daryl took care of the mess.

By late that afternoon,D. was feeling fine, although rather tired, and J. had a terrible stomachache. She laid in bed, complaining of how badly it hurt, and after several hours fell asleep, and was better in the morning.

That leaves just the two girls, I. and T., untouched thus far. I'll keep you posted!

Dodged the Bullet

By Tuesday I was feeling pretty confident that I had not caught the stomach flu, despite being barfed upon. Then Tuesday night A. woke in the night and barfed all over me, and our bed, and the floor. Daryl says my name means "Mother who gets barfed on by her small children." Truthfully, I don't know how to say this without coming off as rather strange, but lately I have felt so truly blessed to have my children, that it almost seemed like a privilege to be barfed on. It is a privilege to have these marvelous beings in my life, and a privilege to care for them when they are ill. Not that I enjoyed it, but I didn't really mind it.

The night A. got sick, I'd shared a popsicle with her before she went to bed. Then my stomach got upset and I went to bed early. It was churning and roiling throughout the night. The next day I felt fine, although tired. I ate cautiously, avoiding dairy and sticking mostly with bland bready food, but by dinner time, I decided to be daring and had pizza followed by a Dove bar for dessert. That was a mistake. I spent another night with a churning stomach. The next day I remained careful all day and that seems to have been it. I must have fought the germ off! Yeah!

So maybe I didn't completely dodge the bullet, but it was the mildest case of the stomach flu I've ever had.

36 Hours and Counting

since I was barfed on, that is. I am so hoping NOT to get this stomach bug, but I was rather pessimistic. So far, so good, however. (knock on wood!)

K. unfortunately lost it Saturday night immediately after consuming a drinkable yogurt, all over our velvet couch. At least they are removable cushion covers, but they cost a fortune to dry clean.

Spring Break

is over. Boohoo! We didn't do anything very exotic or exciting, but had a nice time together. We went bowling, shopping, out to eat, and to the Toledo zoo. We had friends over and watched movies and ate homemade cookies. Daryl had to work late and was out of town, so missed most it, unfortunately.

Back to the grind, and the beginning of the outdoor soccer season (practices, no games yet). UGH! Can I say that again with more emphasis?