I'm sick. That bug that ravaged the house for the last few weeks is finally having its way with me. Stupid bug.
It came over me suddenly yesterday. As soon as the husband got home I climbed into bed and stayed there all night, emerging only to help get the kids to sleep. I thought I was fine when I woke this morning (after a very long night where the boy was up because of teething and the girl was up because somehow the heating vents downstairs got shut and her room got overheated as a result) but that only lasted half an hour. The husband had to stay home from work and watch the kids while I lay in bed.
Thankfully I haven't thrown up. I couldn't handle that. After being so sick with the girl and the boy I am happy to never, ever throw up again.
I feel a little bad for not having more sympathy for the husband when he was sick. I really should have. Because this sucks.
I hope to be better tomorrow. I need to be better by Saturday because I am hosting a Pampered Chef party and at this point I have serious concerns that my house will ever be clean enough for other people to enter it.