Who decided on these hours?

Well, Friday was my first day of being a stay at home mom.

I just want to know who said I was available for work at 6 AM?

Blue gladly awoke, followed by not-so-gladly Little. A little bit of TV perked her right up. Blue slept on and off all day, and I mean more on than off. I had such big plans for Friday, but Blue protested that he would just like to sleep.

So, I obeyed my employers and straightened and cleaned all day. My house is so thankful.

And for the first time ever, I got to go to Little's tee ball practice. Little did not disappoint.

The food poisoning that Husband and I acquired also did not disappoint. I was awakened by Husband at 4 AM Saturday. I knew he was sicker than I had ever seen him. He then announced how he was feeing better and going turkey hunting.

I think I said something along the lines of, "No you're not. You're sick."

And he responded something akin to, "Are you telling me I can't go hunting?"

I realized that he really thought he felt well enough to go hunting. So I told him he could do what he wanted, as I stared at him with my "I'm looking at the most (insert term here) person I've ever seen" look.

And I believe that it was sometime after dressing but just prior to him cranking the truck, that he came running back in.

I didn't really feel it was appropriate for me to yell through the door "I told you so," until after the emesis had finished.

And then, I became sick, and it really wasn't fun anymore.

We couldn't even tend to ourselves, much more the precious Blue and Little. So we had to call in reinforcements.

I came out of a phenergan- induced coma sometime around 6 PM.

Somehow, I managed to make it to church today, but I am still a little weak.

That's going to have to be it for now. I'm being summoned by Little. She's having a bit of a Peppa Pig crisis.