So now that I’m out from under the rock of sickness I was under for DAYS, I have to say, I NEVER want to be sick again. Like ever. I wish upon all the stars and beg God himself to grant me that wish. Stomach flus suck. Stomach flus when your ENTIRE family including your husband and MIL and SIL etc are out of town REALLY sucks.

It all started last week. I took Thursday and Friday off work because Hubs left for Florida with his family to go to his cousin’s wedding. I had to stay behind with the girls because they weren’t allowing kids at their reception. We found it pointless for us to travel that far with the girls and not even be able to attend all the wedding functions so I told Hubs to go and I’d go see my friends in California later this summer. Livie and I had a peaceful day Thursday. We took Hannah to school. We cleaned the house. We watched TV.

By Friday I was missing EVERYONE and pretty down in the dumps that they were all off having fun while I was left behind. I knew Hannah was REALLY hating it because that girl could live on the beach and she KNEW they were all on the beach. It was NOT fair, so I was told by her. But Friday was her field day at school. A slight bright spot to our otherwise sulky weekend we had planned.

After being outside in the heat I wasn’t feeling too hot. Livie was extremely crabby so as soon as we got home, we took naps. When I say that I woke up in pain…that’s a major understatement. I woke up writhing in pain. My back hurt. My legs ached. My toes even hurt. I called for Hannah and told her to bring me a drink. And so it started. I hadn’t eaten anything all day so I dry heaved. And at that point I knew I was surely dying. Or almost dying. Or just REALLY REALLY sick. And I cried because I knew that Hubs wasn’t going to be home til late the next night. And I was going to have to handle these kids BY MYSELF while puking my guts out.

Hannah was amazing. I complain about her attitude. I complain about her snarkiness and her sassy mouth. I took that all back on Friday. This child was like an angel. She took care of me like only a daughter could. She brought me my drinks. She heated up Livie’s bottles. She made her own cereal. Her own lunches. She checked on me every 30 minutes to make sure I was ok. I kept telling her that she’s so wonderful and I wouldn’t have made it through the day without her. Because I wouldn’t have. Honest to God.

By Saturday I was feeling a TAD bit better. I was at least able to get out of bed or the couch for longer than 5 minutes without wanting to pass out. I’ve been on the mend VERY slowly since then. But OMG. It was awful. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Except now Hubs’ brother, sister and HER boyfriend are all sick with what I had. They came over Sunday afternoon. It’s that contagious.

By Monday night things were pretty much back to normal. Hubs went to work. Hannah and I watched Dancing with the Stars. She made her usual comments:

I’m relieved. Finally over the sickness hump. Sadly, me taking pictures fell to the backburner. I kept telling myself that I’d regret it and I should take them anyway even if it hurt just so I’d have them later. But I couldn’t. And really didn’t want to. That’s how sick I was. So hopefully tonight I’ll get back into that groove. Thanks for all the well wishes though. I totally appreciate it