Catching up

A couple weekends ago we were felled by a stomach bug. It started simple enough. Henry (who has an iron disposition) woke up on a Saturday feeling off. Then the runs started, followed immediately by vomit. Until the vomit started, we thought he had just drunk too much green smoothie the night before. The boys and I were supposed to be going to a kid’s birthday party and a baseball event later, as C was working from home. Instead, I took Spencer to those things while Henry stayed home with daddy, watching tv and running to the bathroom. He was so pitiful.

Sunday everyone was better so we hit the road, stopping for breakfast and then heading out to Disney. C started feeling a little off after breakfast, but he thought he would be okay for the day. Somewhere around 10 I started feeling off too, but I didn’t even connect the dots. Sometimes I get a little motion sick from the jerking rides or the buses between parks, and I just assumed that’s what it was. I wasn’t having any physical symptoms. Spencer was still excellent. We ultimately came home early – C started getting to be in rough shape, and I never felt terrible but nothing good.

When we got home, C went to lay down – he was now feeling really terrible. I got the kids dinner and showers and laid down watching a movie with them (we’re working our way through the Harry Potters). My “motion sickness” was getting worse but I still had no physical symptoms. Spencer was still good, Henry was still good.

By the time the kids went to bed, I officially had the stomach bug. It was B.A.D. C and I were both up all night sick, and in the morning C got the kids off to school and daycare and I slept all day. I haven’t slept all day in years, but this was seriously bad. I felt better by about 3pm, and able to have part of a meal by dinnertime.

The damage was done though. Somehow a couple days of sickness (and then Tuesday I was feeling poorly and was certain it had come back, spending the evening in quarantine while C disinfected the rest of the house) put me so far behind in everything. Most quantifiable was my blog feed, which was up past 100, and it took me approximately seven hours to read and comment, and I'm sure I still didn't comment on everything I wanted. Everything else was slow going too – I don’t remember if I cooked a single dinner that week. House was super clean because of the disinfecting though! (Spencer never got sick)

All this really is to say I meant to blog. I wanted to – there were a few things that came up, but there was just no catching up in the month of February. That second half – where did it go?