I don't much like being sick, but it's twice as bad when it happens on a weekend and cuts into my play time! I woke up this a.m. at 6:30 with stomach pains and shortly thereafter realized the day was not going to be improving a whole lot anytime soon. I don't know if it was a stomach bug or yesterday's meal out, but boy was I one sick puppy for several hours! My poor husband woke up because I was literally crying in the hallway trying to decide whether it was more important to get out to the kitchen for a glass of water or head the other way toward the bathroom.
The Wild Child was expected to arrive around 9:30 a.m., and we had planned a family dinner here. The chicken was marinading in the fridge and I was supposed to spend the morning making potato salad and dessert. Didn't happen. Instead, I spent most of the morning and into the afternoon alternating between sleeping and being ill. They ended up moving the dinner to my sister-in-law's house and left me in peace--by then, I was starting to feel like I just might live.
I spent part of the afternoon lying around reading, but I finally managed to get myself up, bathed, and dressed around late afternoon. Now, after a few hours in the Sweat Shop prepping some cherries for applique, I'm ready to call it a night. What a wimp! But I'm feeling better, and I hope to get a good night's sleep--after all, it's back to work again tomorrow. But I sure wish I could get my Sunday back!