A Tad Ill, You Might Say

Well, I am able to walk around. I even ate food tonight. I even had a glass of milk. WOW! I must be back to the land of the living. Here's the story. I have been having trouble sleeping thanks to the Daylight Savings Time switch. It kills me every time. I LIKE it to be dark when I want to sleep in, it's just the way I am. So, with that in mind, I made a plan to hit the sack at 10 pm, come hell or highwater, or thirsty children. Eureka! 9:53 as I climbed into those sheets. Three hours and 47 minutes later, I was awakened by a wave of nausea. I don't mean a little bit of queasy tummy. Poor me. Alas, it was not to get better. For the next ever-so-wonder-filled six hours, my weary feet trod back and forth the six and a half feet to the potty, bucket in hand. It was, well, a night to remember. In an unfortunate twist of fate, I was scheduled to serve the 3rd grade breakfast (they are taking FCAT this week and we provide a full-blown breakfast. I think it's supposed to make them do better. It better have. I'll let you know.) Tuesday evening I had spent making 30 waffles, one at a time, in my trusty wafflemaker. Alongside that I had cooked 4 pounds of bacon (Weight Watchers is NOT going to like that) and 24 muffins. My friend Linda agreed to pick up the food which was to be served hot. Shawn and Sarah asked for directions on reheating it all, which I gave them. Within about 10 minutes, my entire house smelled like a smokehouse from the intense bacon odor. Let's just say, my exhausted tummy let me know how much that was appreciated. Which is to say, it wasn't. Just when I thought I wasn't going to make it, I called my momma in tears, and as always, she came galloping to the rescue. Tidying one heck of a messy kitchen, (there's just something wrong about the sink emitting odors when you can't take a single smell without barfing), washing our sheets (heaven that night), and being a general do-gooder. I spent most of the day on the couch. Thankfully, I slept straight through the night last night, and haven't had any bad stuff today. I still feel a little queasy when I eat, but I'm holding it down. Shawn's feeling gooky himself, but seems to be shaking off the vomiting part. Our tummies are both arumbling, but we're going to make it. Let's just hope I don't catch a whiff of smoked piggy anytime soon. Oh, sorry, no pictures, sometimes the story is more than enough.