Being sick stinks, especially when it’s your kids and when it ruins your weekend. On Thursday, my youngest came home from school sick with a stomach virus. From that point on, it has been shared by every member of my family except my husband. Today, my oldest is home sick and I’m still recovering and missing another day of work.
Instead of doing what we’d planned for the weekend(visiting family, playing, and heading down to Destin, Florida for the day), we ended up stuck at home, inside, laying in bed, and not feeling like doing a great deal of anything. The boys and I have survived on popsicles, Gatorade, and Sprite. I can’t even get the little guys to do chicken soup. I can’t wait for a grilled cheese sandwich, a cup of coffee, and the ability to move without getting dizzy and sweating. Also, I want my little boys to act like little boys again – loud and boisterous.
I’m on a diet and I don’t like it. I always gain weight in the summer as I’m not working and at home with the boys all day. However, this year I managed to outgrow my school/work clothes, or at least they’re indecently tight. 
I’m sure you’ve heard the jokes about how they wake you up all night long in hospitals, and then ask you how you’re doing. Last month, thanks to a series of rather odd events, I got to experience the joys of several nights in a hospital. I discovered that indeed, strange things do happen in hospitals after dark.
