The One With the Soup and Hunger

True to form - the second we stop running, at least one of us gets sick. And I don't mean just a little cold, but hey we can still function . . . I mean flat on your back, hugging the porcelin, can't hear a thing, can't work, can't even move S I C K.

It's lame really, that it takes me getting so sick to make life slow down. It's sad that the first time I have had a chance to write a blogpost in almost a month comes because I have been confined to my room, sprawling out on pillows, using an entire case of toilet paper for the sniffles, with an entire pharmacy on my night stand, and because I have already watched the entire series of Prison Break. Prison Break is my go to show, I watch it every time I get sick and can't go anywhere. Every time meaning twice. But I think one of my first blog posts revolved around me being laid up in bed with strep watching Prison Break. De ja vu???

So now, now that I have a little extra time where I'm not "allowed" to get up and clean the house, nor do I really want to, now comes the time when I unload a plethora of information.

We drove down to Utah on my birthday and were greeted by a fabulous salmon dinner complete with my favorite peach ice cream made by Eric's dad. The blessing and baptism were fantastic. The following weekend we did Parker's 5th birthday party. That whole week was really spent preparing for that party - I tell you these parties are ridiculous!!! But I'd really like to dedicate an entire post to this party he had, so I'll skip most of it for now.

This last Wednesday during my normal cleaning of the day, I started feeling sick. Follow that up with starting to puke - can you even start to puke? Follow that up with several rounds of actual puking, and I am full on sick, confined to the couch by the time Eric gets home from work. I'm no wuss, I work straight through most sicknesses, so when something comes on that's bad enough to stop me in my tracks, it's usually a few days before I can get up and rolling again.

Thursday, my hubs was UH-MAZING and took the day off to stay at home with me and take care of the kiddos. Wanna know what else this super hunk did? Made me home made chicken noodle soup. YUM! Truth be told, I couldn't taste any of it. My current disease has symptoms of the flu (violent throwing up) mixed with the usual chills, fever, burning skin, hot/cold flashes, dizziness, black outs, sinus infection, ears completely plugged,and such a sore throat I can barely speak. So I couldn't taste any part of it, but it sure felt good, and it was even better to look up from my bed and see him walking in with a big bowl of it. He's such a good guy.

Friday I was by myself though. And not just a normal day - 8 to 8. Of course this happened to be the one and final weekend (ever!) Eric was scheduled to work. And seeing as how there will be no more weekend work schedules, no one wanted to switch with Eric. Not that I can blame them really. I spent most of the day between laying on the couch and sprawling out in bed, occasionally getting up here and there to nuke chicken nuggets and open a juice box for the kids. Really I have been a terrible mom the last week with this crap, I can't do anything, and I'm afraid to get too close to them for fear they will catch whatever death disease I have contracted. Somehow, someway though we made it through.

Nights while sick are the WORST! I'm not sure what exactly makes them so much worse than days - I think it's just the realization that you are supposed to be sleeping, and knowing that good nights sleep would do WONDERS for helping you to get better faster, and yet STILL not being able to sleep. Between coughing, not being able to breathe, fever sweats, adn shaking, it has been a few rough nights. Not to mention, Friday night I thought I would get ahead of it all by taking a sleeping pill. NOT A GOOD IDEA! It definitely doesn't keep you asleep, it just makes you feel dead tired when you are awake (pretty much the entire night).

Remember that awesome hubby I told you about? Here's another awesomeness from him. I read the Hunger Games trilogy the weekend of Parker's party. And yes, I mean the weekend - in three days. It was really a bad idea to start any of them. Honestly I thought I could read one book in a week or so and then wait a bit for the next one. But for those of you who have read the series, the second you end one book, you are pretty much obligated to go on to the next one. I liked, maybe slightly loved, the books - enough that I thought, seriously, they made twilight a movie before this one? and I got progressively excited for the movie to come out. So Eric, being awesome and amazing as he is, got up at 1 in the morning to go and get it at WalMart - amidst some sort of weird 500 person Hunger Games Party complete with costumes and crazy people. He's a good one, I tell you. Poor guy hasn't really been getting much more sleep than me.

Saturday I was on my own again with the kids 8-6 while Eric was at work. So I watched the Hunger Games movie. I've always wondered what it would be like to sit through those movies without having read the book beforehand, would it still be as interesting? Would it make as much sense? Cause you know they have to leave out so much. I thought it was good - although I hate that Peeta is shorter that Katniss. It bothers me. At least put steps on the kid or something.

Saturday afternoon - oh it gets better from here. My grandpa got in a four wheeler accident. Where? McCall. Did he have to be lifeflighted? You bet. I tell you, my family keeps them in business. In the past 18 months my uncle, father, and grandfather (all in the same family line) have all been life flighted from McCall. Dangerous place it seems. Good news, it appears my grandfather will make a full recovery. But I drove downtown to see him with the kids, in my not so on top of things mind, and sat in the ER. In retrospect, it wasn't the smartest for a couple of reasons - 1 being that I wasn't feeling well and a family outing only made it worse, 2 it probably wasn't awesome for my sick self to go in a room with a bunch of people who could potentially get sick, although in my defense I have been on antibiotics, and 3 my ears are so plugged up I am entirely deaf in my left ear and have about 50% hearing in my right - clearly I wasn't much company while I was there. My vocabulary mostly consisted of the word "HUH?"

Good times.

I am feeling mostly better. Not to the point that I can get up and do much yet, but about a million times better than I did. Only about a million times more to go to get back up to 75%. I am excited to hopefully get up and better this week. Get back to work, I have activity days this week, get the house cleaned up, get ready for our vacation in three weeks. Get Parker ready for school. There's a lot to do.

So in the meantime I will continue sittin on my couch, chicken noodle soup in hand, with the TV turned up full blast. If anyone drives by and hears it, I am sorry now.