Well, we had a little bug visiting our family last week. Annabeth got it on Tuesday, but I was rather confused because even though she threw up twice, she never cried or acted sick. She still had an appetite and was in a good mood. So I thought maybe it was just a fluke or something.
Late Thursday night I started feeling weird and just went to sleep hoping it would pass. I'm such a freak of nature about stomach bugs that if someone near me talks about it or has one, I start manifesting psychosomatic symptoms right away. (You're thinking that I'm really weird and you're right.) I hoped I was just imagining the nausea. My alarm went off at 7 a.m. so I could go for a jog and I knew right away there would be no jogging. The nausea was still there in full force. Luckily, I never thew up. Best stomach virus ever! I slept a little while longer and then sent Curtis to work. The kids and I were in our pajamas until well after lunch and they basically did whatever they wanted while I sat on the couch and stared.
Amazingly, my baby fever has been completely cured!
I'm sad to say that my mom got the bug on Saturday. Bless her heart. It was her first weekend at home in over a month and she had to spend it in bed.
We had a full weekend of social events planned and I prayed that God would give me wisdom regarding what, if anything, we should still do. After I found out about Mom, I canceled everything. I thought Jackson was probably a ticking time bomb. Bummer. We had dear friends in town from North Carolina whom we never get to see. It really stunk not to see them. We also missed a couple of birthday parties that would have been so fun.
On the bright side, our family had a lot of quality time together. I remember telling Curtis in tears in the beginning of April that I was so very tired and needed a break from all our activity. Curtis' surgery - which was four weeks ago today - brought an abrupt rest for all of us. I've tried to take it in.
Jackson has his end of the year school program tonight. During his Christmas program he was seated right next to the teacher and I'm sort of hoping he will get that place of honor (and supervision) again tonight. I won't have to worry that he'll do something exciting in front of God and all these witnesses.
In about an hour, Curtis and I have a phone interview with a reporter for Christianity Today. It's about my mom, of course. Do I even need to tell y'all how nervous this makes me? I'm about to guzzle some Pepto. I might even hide some in a thermos and say it's my tea. Pray for me!