I Feel Pretty, and Witty and Wise!

I'm taking a brief vacation from my bed to tell you all how I've spent the better part of the last three days. If you're one who doesn't like sicky stories, stop reading.

All of Monday night, I was crawling-- literally -- too and from the bathroom every 30 minutes, so sick that I made my husband rub my back as I puked. I even didn't mind that I had to take care of "the other end" in his presence. Now that's sick. I'm pretty sure we're never having sex again.

I went to the hospital for fluids, came home in the afternoon, slept and slept some more. I lost track of time and sense of reality. Husband stepped up big time and fixed meals, took care of the kids, and kept me stocked in fluids and magazines. I'll never be crabby when he's sick. Ever.

But the best part (of being sick??) was waking up at some point, just for a moment, only to discover that my three year old had been sitting Shiva next to my bed for some time. I was surrounded by his favorite books, toys, and even his lamby. Right before I drifted off again, he ran into the room with his toy mop and said, "I'll dust the ceiling for you, Mommy. Then you'll feel aaallll better."

God, I love that kid.

Off to puke....