Miscellaneous

Matthew and I have a quasi-serious rule about illness, and have since the begininng of our relationship.  Neither of us does sick well (he gets cranky and noncompliant and I get peevish and push myself too hard), so we say that only one of us can be sick at a time.  That leaves the other person to pick up the slack.  But two sick adults and one sick (if recovering) child?  Hellish.  We spent most of the day on different floors of the house. 

I skipped the client call and crawled in bed to watch TV all day -- and I never, ever do that. Peach and I watched My Family and Other Animals, various episodes of Scrubs, Tuck Everlasting (that one only until I got bored) and Cousin Bette.  I spent large parts of today fantasizing about checking into a hospital for IV fluids and antinausea drugs, which should tell you exactly how great I felt.   There were parts of the day when I literally did not have the strength to get the Peach out of her crib when she was fussing.  I'm sure one of us will be in therapy for that later.  I hate being this sick. 

Most of the day, I was limited to two or three soda crackers at a time, but now I can manage a bit of applesauce and rice, so I keep thinking things like, "I'm so glad I'm back to only having a cold!"  Peach went the whole day without throwing up (Wednesday and Thursday were puke-o-ramas around here), so that's a relief. She actually seems to handle being sick better than Matthew or I do. 

The jury's still out on Matthew, but hopefully he'll wake up feeling better.  I think we're going to have to institute some sort of post-day care decontamination process.