We were SO sick. DH said he’d never seen me so distressed, and since he coached me at all three births, that’s saying something. We’ve had the nastiest stomach flu we’ve ever had. At one point DH was cleaning up after all 4 of us at once, handing out improvised bed pans because we only have one bathroom. Providentially, he didn’t get sick until I was ambulating.
So my grand plans for this week? None of them came to pass. NOT one. I didn’t even make a birthday card for my mom, or take her out to dinner. We are going to have her birthday museum trip next month, or try to. She is now making dinner and K’s birthday cake for us!
We are floating on grace.