My week so far . . .

The forum went to hell on Saturday, I was working
and then attended a band competition, and family
outting. I fell into bed exhausted at midnight,
and had no idea of what was traspiring.

I took my computer into work on Sunday, to try
and catch up on some emails and news on my break.
The forum was shut up, and I made some calls to
old and trusted friends to try and get to the
bottom of it.

I got home Sunday night and was hoping for some
quiet time, cuddles and a neck rub. Instead,
my beloved spouse had caught the Stomach Virus
From Hell. He proceeded to puke/barf/hurl as
soon as I got home. I finished dinner and tried
to visit with my daughter while juggling my new
sons (Mischief and Mayhem). I collapsed into bed
about 10:30, and tried to comfort my spouse
who shook and heaved all night.

We were woken up by my daughter at 5:55 on Monday
morning, tornado alarms were going off. My silly
man tied to go to work, "Go to bed, you'll just
give it to everyone else." I got the new sons off
to school, and then headed over for my very last
MRI. My stomach cramped as we were finishing up.

Uh~oh.

The rest of Monday was a blur. I threw up my toe
nails, ran a fever, and had body aches. On Tuesday,
I asked my husband, "Why don't we have any good
pain pills?" He found some old Tylenol #3 from
2008. Bless him, it felt so good to be pain free.
By Tuesday evening, I was trying to clean the house.
We ran errands that night, and checked out some
local real estate options. We ate dinner out and I
got a call from my (a little bit lonely) mom.
We got home just in time to skype with my home
sick older daughter.

On Wednesday, we took the kids to their new school
to introduce them to their new class mates, they
start next week. I finished cleaning the house
and cooked dinner, and I put us both back on
rhodiola rosea, an adaptogen. My younger daughter
came over and I fixed her dinner and hung out with
her until about 10:30pm.

Today I got up early to see her before school, and
I thought I'd get 30-60 minutes of me time. The rest
of my crew woke up at 7:05. Halloween is like crack
to a 4 year old, they can't get enough of it (and
we've had activites almost daily for a week).
We had a field trip to a pumpkin patch. The weather
was glorious. I asked husband to buy me a farm.
He said "settle down, Michelle." One twin was still
recovering from the Stomach Bug, and the other had
green sinus drainage and a cough.

When the field trip was over, we decided to keep on
tripping, and drove a few more exits up the road to
see a dairy processing facilty. Four ice cream cones,
and a call from a tennant later, we headed back to
town. We ran rental errands for a few hours, we got
home in time for me to change into work clothes.
Dinner was a happy meal, and I headed to work for
a few hours. "Michelle why are you here on an off day?"
"I have new bills, old bills and seven kids, I think."

At 11:15 pm, I plugged in husband's work phone and cuddled
and scratched him, while we talked about our rare
separate evening. He's such a nurturer, yay.

And now it's Friday, 00:12.

~M