Friday night / Saturday morning Jory and I became quite intimate with this little flu bug. It was the first time he and I had been seriously ill at the same time since my grandfather died a few years back. It wasn’t pretty.
The good news is that my kids were champs. No fighting, no mischief. Just sweet, well-behaved, patient kiddos. I left some crackers and raisins on the counter for them so I didn’t have to worry about them starving to death while I slept, and they handled everything else. Even more impressive was how they spoiled Jory and me. They brought us books, blankies, drinks, the whole works. My favorite moment was when Alex wanted to “scare” my sickies away with kisses. Awwww.
So Monday is here, I’m better. I think Jory is better (he went to work anyway). I’m itching to get some stuff done that needed to be done on Friday.