I am sick. Not as sick as yesterday, but still kind of sick. And I'm sick of comcast, but thats a different story:)

Sunday night after coming home from VBS (Parkview's - amazing), I went to bed and was reading. At about 10:20 I realized that I didn't feel good and thought to myself, "I'm going to be throwing up all night." And I did. All night.

On Monday morning I woke up feeling a little better - if you consider feeling really horrible, but not having to throw up as feeling a little better. I looked at the shower and wanted to cry. Instead I went downstairs and laid on the couch. Dave took care of the girls and asked me three times if he needed to stay home - I told him I would be okay and he should go to work. At 12:15, after I had slept for 1 1/2 hours (while Ryann got into my jewelry), I had to get Georgia up from her nap. I got out of bed and fell immediately to the floor - I was light headed, my stomach was queasy and I had no idea how I was going to get Georgia out of her crib and feed all three girls lunch. I called Dave.

"I don't know how you're going to do it, but I NEED you to come home - at least for lunch - because I don't know how to take care of these girls."

His response, "I'm on my way. I'm sick, too."

Yes, yes I feel bad for him - he's sick, too. I don't want him to be sick - never. However, I am wondering why can't I be sick by myself? Why can't it be all about me for one day? Why does he get to be sick, too?

He came home, found me on the floor of Georgia's room (where I was when I called him 45 minutes earlier), and fed the girls lunch while I went back to bed. I slept from 1:15-4:30 and felt a little better. Better enough to get myself two pieces of toast and a ginger ale and to feed the girls dinner. I don't know how sick he was since I was pretty self-absorbed yesterday. As long as there was someone else in the house I figured the girls were getting cared for - I don't know how well they were being cared for, but nonetheless, someone was there.

Oh how miserable I was - achy, feverish, queasy, hungry, couldn't get comfortable, my knees hurt, my back hurt, by ankles hurt, my wrists hurt, my head hurt, my eyes hurt. Doc - why does this happen - why do fevers settle into those places? And one more question - how long are we contagious? Am I able to go to the blogging pool party on Wednesday (tomorrow). Help!