I hate being sick. I don’t know many people who enjoy it, but this is a nightmare. I am totally nauseous, though I have not thrown up yet. The bathroom and I have become intimately involved, though. My plan for today was to take my two kids on a little road trip. My father’s cousin died suddenly in his sleep on Thursday morning. He and my dad were very close – they spent every summer together on their grandfather’s farm. My dad’s cousin eventually took over that farm. I have a feeling that my dad would have enjoyed the farm life. Anyway, the kids were excited because we were going to stay at a hotel and get to go swimming. I feel bad, but there is no way I could have traveled today – and I didn’t want to make the whole family sick.
So I have been lying in bed all day, alternating sleeping and reading. Thankfully, my husband hasn’t gotten a work call today so he has been keeping the kids occupied – doing his best at keeping them outside even though it’s hot.
I’m supposed to start tutoring on Tuesday. I hope this has passed by morning, though. I need to get back into bed.