I was sent home from work yesterday. Sick as a dog…throwing up, stomach cramps, and all that goes with it. While I was driving home Shawn sent me a text that he was also sent home sick. I spent the next 6 hours sleeping in my bed while Shawn camped on the couch. Horrible. I mean, really? I have been sick for three solid weeks. And not just the “I am not feeling that great” sick, but the “I feel like death warmed over” sick.
I finally started feeling like a human around 11pm…just enough time for me to get my bearings and wake up to a puking Megan Elizabeth at 2am.
Life. It is a funny little game.
I ***think*** everyone is doing somewhat better today.
Shout out…holla…to my favorite person in the whole wide world!!! My mom is celebrating her borthday today. She is a saint. No, really, she is. She is the most amazing woman that has touched so many people in her lifetime. She deserves a million birthday wishes and good fortune today. Happy Birthday, Bar!