This week I was FINALLY going to get some real writing done on my book manuscript.
And I woke up Tuesday morning vomiting. Went to class because I thought I was feeling better and walked out of class (at the end, thankfully) and threw up next to the river. Picked up LG and told her she was watching her brother, I didn't care what they did as long as they ate dinner and were safe. She actually did it. She gave him a bowl of noodles and some "ice" (sorbet) and they took out every single toy in the house and watched the farm movie (Baby Einstein) over and over and over while she gave him a ride on his bike in the living room. While I crashed in bed and listened. I could not have been more impressed.
Of course she started throwing up around 3:00 am. Stayed home from school on Wed. I got a friend/colleague to cover my class, brought Tiny Boy to daycare, and puttered around the house with LG. I actually TOOK A NAP.
Everyone was back to their respective educational institutions yesterday but I still feel like I was hit by a truck. Dropped kids off Thursday morning and came home and went back to sleep before heading to campus. In a t-shirt. (With a skirt and kicky sandals, but still.) But if you can't wear a t-shirt with a pun as a tenured director of a writing program, well, where can you?
Thanks to a combo of Benadryl (for the runny nosed Boy) and half an ambien (for the mama) we slept pretty well last night. 8:00-6:30 for him (he woke and nursed only twice), 9:30-6:30 for me (minus the boobing).
But not feeling much better today. Grading papers and doing some reading in bed this morning, before LG comes home (last day, half day). Decided it was worth skipping usual Friday yoga to rest and catch up.
Next week has to be better, right?
And I woke up Tuesday morning vomiting. Went to class because I thought I was feeling better and walked out of class (at the end, thankfully) and threw up next to the river. Picked up LG and told her she was watching her brother, I didn't care what they did as long as they ate dinner and were safe. She actually did it. She gave him a bowl of noodles and some "ice" (sorbet) and they took out every single toy in the house and watched the farm movie (Baby Einstein) over and over and over while she gave him a ride on his bike in the living room. While I crashed in bed and listened. I could not have been more impressed.
Of course she started throwing up around 3:00 am. Stayed home from school on Wed. I got a friend/colleague to cover my class, brought Tiny Boy to daycare, and puttered around the house with LG. I actually TOOK A NAP.
Everyone was back to their respective educational institutions yesterday but I still feel like I was hit by a truck. Dropped kids off Thursday morning and came home and went back to sleep before heading to campus. In a t-shirt. (With a skirt and kicky sandals, but still.) But if you can't wear a t-shirt with a pun as a tenured director of a writing program, well, where can you?
Thanks to a combo of Benadryl (for the runny nosed Boy) and half an ambien (for the mama) we slept pretty well last night. 8:00-6:30 for him (he woke and nursed only twice), 9:30-6:30 for me (minus the boobing).
But not feeling much better today. Grading papers and doing some reading in bed this morning, before LG comes home (last day, half day). Decided it was worth skipping usual Friday yoga to rest and catch up.
Next week has to be better, right?
Sorry you guys got hit with the sick. LG sounds like she did a great job babysitting! Yes, next week has got to be better.
ReplyDeleteIt's June. You are totally allowed to wear a t-shirt.
ReplyDeleteI said, "Ugh", as I read this forgetting that was the title of your post. Indeed, ugh. May next week be better!
ReplyDeleteStomach bugs are the worst - I hope you're feeling better soon!
ReplyDeleteyou expect those in January somehow, but June seems cruel for a nasty stomach bug. Glad there could be napping and sleeping through it. Perhaps next week you'll get to the work you want to do?
ReplyDeleteMY GOD. You sure get more than your fair share of CRAP. So sorry.
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