It is an ugly nasty little bugger. Oopps. I think my Canadian friend once told me that was a bad word in Canada. Is that true? If it is I might still need to use it. This week my dear sweet love of my life was stricken. I mean stricken with the FLU. Poor poor man. He threw up so much I began to be very worried. Add the shakes, chills, high fever and wa la, he was dehydrated. From Monday until today, it has been torture. He drug himself to work today after being out the last two days. I love Knight. I mean really I am grateful he has a job, but doesn't anyone there believe in compassion for the individual? That their employees are not machines that are unbreakable? That illness happens and there isn't a darn thing that can be done about it. I keep calling to check on him. I think he is surviving. Still no solid food down him yet. Just liquids and soup. And now the littlest of our chicks spewed her stomach contents all over my brand new shirt this morning. I had only just bought the shirt two weeks ago and was saving it for a beautiful spring day. Ha. It lasted oh what 20 minutes? The barf managed to make it down IN my shirt all the way to my waist. Mmmm. It was beautiful. Really does prove that I don't need new clothes. :o) I take that back. I do. :o) (this is in case my hubby reads this and is looking for a mother's day gift. Ha ha!) In all reality I do have to be grateful, for it was only one barfing by the little one and maybe we have hope that is not the same thing her sweet Daddy got. She is snuggling with me as I type. Please no more!
As for me, I have slept little, eaten mostly chocolate to stay awake, wiped door handles and such with clorox wipes, washed and washed some more, cleaned the shower for the first time in (well I can't say. CPS might come and take me away.) and I even planted a few petunias. My garden is growing of sorts and I would kindly ask Mother Nature to slow down. Summer doesn't need to bully Spring. It can't get hot this fast! And now I am off to wrestle the kindergateners who are playing instead off working.
oodles of love to you. . . .
