Ugh

You know the day's going to be good when you get almost no sleep due to pain, and then when you're making breakfast for your kids you have to stop to run to the bathroom and throw up, and realize its only water since you haven't had anything to eat in more than 12 hours. Then you realize you're starving, but figure that eating probably isn't a good idea if you can't keep a bottle of water down. Add to this the knowledge that you're going to have a couple extra kids in a few hours and your body and brain are exhausted, and it makes for a long morning.

I think I'm getting better. I actually ate some bread about an hour ago and so far, so good. And its only two extra kids, both of whom fit right into the routine around here because they visit me a lot. So hopefully it won't be too long a weekend.

Of course, I still have to take all five of them to church, two of them under two, and hope that the toddlers will stay in nursery because between the two of us, Doug and I have to teach three lessons on Sunday. Hopefully I'll get some rest between now and Sunday morning. Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be little about Sacrament Meeting that will be edifying for me or the kids.

Two years ago, I seemed to catch every bug going around, as did Doug, which I think was mostly just due to stress that winter. Other than that one season, I just rarely get sick anymore and when I do its usually just a minor cold or something of the like. That is not a fact I take for granted, one that I actually express gratitude for frequently. But I've had two knock-me-on-my-back miserable illnesses in a little over a month and a half. In the summer! What on earth is going on here?! I hate being sick.

OK. I ranted. I feel better now.