I spent yesterday curled up in a ball in different parts of my house. The couch. The bathroom floor. My bed. It was awesome.
Why you ask?
Because I had caught the flu bug that had worked it's way through almost the entire rest of my family. Last week my Dad, two of my sisters, and my nephew all had it. And I'd started to think that I might get lucky and it had passed our house over. Not so much.
I woke up early yesterday morning because my sister was dropping Mason off so that I could watch him while she went to work. When I woke up I felt a little nauseous, but I figured it was just because I was up early and had gone to bed late.
I got Mason to sleep and fell asleep alongside him on the couch. Only to wake up when Preston called my name and head downstairs to fall back asleep next to him. I woke up later and went upstairs to check on Mason, who was slowly starting to wake up, and grab Preston some orange juice. On my way back down I asked Mason if he wanted to go see Preston and he popped up with "Preston!". Which I took as a yes.
We all hung out downstairs for a little while and the boys made some messes while I laid on the bed. Only to head back upstairs when the boys decided my bedroom had gotten boring.
Upstairs Mason kept bringing my boxes of mac and cheese and I finally got the hint that he didn't want breakfast food he wanted lunch food, and since everyone had slept so late that we were bordering on lunch time I went ahead and made the boys some mac and cheese.
And just in time.
I'd just finished cleaning Mason up when I ran to the bathroom knowing I was going to be sick. Of course my entourage followed me. Meaning that I spent the moments in between throwing up trying to tell Preston to please get out of the bathroom and to take Mason with him and that yes Mommy was okay she was just sick. Poor boys!
And then since I figured Mason had already had what I now had, and given it to me, and Mason would help keep Preston entertained I called my sister to tell her that I was sick but Mason could still stay if she wasn't worried about it.
I spent the rest of the day moving from the couch when the boys were upstairs and my bed when the boys were downstairs and the bathroom when I felt sick.
The boys spent the rest of the day TRASHING the place. Even worse, I knew they were trashing it. I could hear them. I just felt so crappy that I didn't care. I figured as long as no one was crying everything was fine.
When Brad got home I knew that the house looked pretty bad by his reaction. I'd just been trying not to look and hadn't really gone through each room to see how bad it was. They had pulled out half of the bins full of toys from the playroom and thrown them down the stairs and in both the upstairs and downstairs hallways and the entryway. As well as goldfish crackers all over the dining room floor along with the mac and cheese from lunch. And toys had been brought into the living room and played with there as well. They'd pulled all of the books down from the bottom three shelves of Preston's bookcase in his bedroom and emptied two of his totes full of toys all over his room. I'm serious when I say the house was destroyed.
With Brad home and Mason ready for a nap me and him napped while Preston and Brad played upstairs. Lucky me Mason took a good nap and when I woke up I was starting to feel a little better. As long as I didn't move a lot. Not so easy with a one year old and a three year old in the house, even with Brad home.
Mason went home, Brad and Preston rain to the store, Brad fed Preston, and I headed downstairs to go to bed. Only to wake up when Brad and Preston came downstairs with the chills. Apparently a stomach bug wasn't going to be complete unless I caught a fever too. Just awesome.
I woke up this morning feeling much better. I still don't have my full appetite back but I'm also not throwing up anymore. Which is definitely in the plus category! Here's hoping tomorrow I wake up feeling completely back to normal!