Sunday, May 16, 2010

Paradise Lost

Whoops! Looks like I missed a few days there. Lest you think I was sitting here sulking over my lost Follower, let me inform you that this past weekend has been beautiful - paradisical, actually, with sunny, bright blue skies and low humidity - birds singing, leaves greening, the whole spring thing happening. There was no way in weather such as this that anyone could sit inside and blog.

In addition, approximately 67 festivals, market faires (of the "ye olde" variety), air shows, etc., were held in our general vicinity over the past 2 days. They all promised fun times in the friendly, not-yet-humid, not-yet-mosquito-ridden out of doors.

Unfortunately, I missed all that. I spent Saturday and Sunday lying in bed, dozing in and out of freaky nightmares, occasionally waking long enough to drag my sorry self downstairs to sip some flat ginger ale and munch on pretzels. During the few wakeful hours that I propped myself up on the couch, I figured out the toe-up cast-on for 2-at-a-time socks. I also whiled away these waking hours ruminating on the regrettable fact that I was the first one in the family to get this particular stomach virus. Those familiar with the Machiavellian calculus intrinsic to marriage and child rearing know what that means - I am now responsible for cleaning up any kid vomit that occurs this week, in order to protect the ostensibly virus-free person of my beloved.

So much for spring. It sure looks nice out there, though. Now, if you'll excuse me, typing this was exhausting. I'm going to bed.

[Tree photo credit: PictureZone]

[Ginger ale photo credit: Jen On The Edge]


  1. If I ever visit you I am going to wear a mask--your household does seem to have more than its fair share of viruses. Feel better soon.

  2. Hope you feel much better soon! I lost a follower too! I thought of your last post when I did. I looked under the couch for him/her, but he/she was not there.

  3. Huh. That's not how it works in my house. In my house, my husband usually pukes first, and then I'm left cleaning up after the kids because he doesn't feel well. I think I need to renegotiate my contract...

  4. Hang in there dude. Our pediatrician told us do the BRAT diet. Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, and Toast. Toast being any dry, mild bread product. Take small bites.

  5. I propose that the next time you are first to get a virus, you check yourself into a nice hotel and spare your family from ever getting it. Of course, you'll want to make sure you stay at the hotel for several days after you start feeling better, and get a massage and enjoy the luxury of it all, because, after all, you'll have been sick and will be deserving of a little pampering.

  6. I have cleaned everyone's puke except my husband's. Usually it is the cat's. And then I cry, "Who forgot to give her the hairball stuff?"

    I hope you feel better not just soon, but immediately!

  7. Oh ow, stay better, okay? All y'all.

  8. Oy vey. I hope you're feeling better now.

    Would you like me to try to follow you twice? Will that cheer you? I bet the person who stopped following you simply stopped blogging. It was her, not you.


  9. The good news is that you're old enough to have made it to the toilet and that you didn't have to clean up your own vomit...yes? Because you know no one else in the house would do it for you....

  10. I guess this explains why you didn't call me up and join me for the events in my own neck of the woods. Here I thought you were just ignoring me -- instead, you were sparing me from puke. I thank you.

    I bet your lost follower no longer has puking children at home. Now she is missing out on the knowledge that it isn't just children who get sick.

    I will go nibble a cracker in your honor.

  11. AnonymousMay 17, 2010

    Ick! I hope you're back on your feet soon. Awful to miss a lovely weekend.