Thursday: Illness

So last evening, I was overtaken by a horrible sickness that left me to spend most of my night in the bathroom, fully awake until four in the morning, and it was just three kinds of miserable.  I can't even tell you.  I did finish Cutting for Stone, for which I will later write a book report (it was fabulous), and I started Cleopatra: A Life (which seems rather dull coming on the heels such a great read, though it did win the Pulitzer).   


This morning was one of those mornings that would have gone VERY differently if I did not have a child. If I did not have a child, I would have called in sick to work, gotten back in bed and slept the day away.  As it was, I plodded about in a veil of misery until I had shuffled Young Sloan off to nursery school, at which point I came home, got in bed and slept the day away until I retrieved Young Sloan from nursery school.  At home, we sat in bed and watched cartoons until I fell asleep to be woken by my child shaking orange juice onto the bed and then delivering up the half gallon of orange juice that he had lugged with great effort from the refrigerator.  I reacted as you would expect when being woken from a deep sleep with a half-gallon of orange juice and a leaky sippie cup.

When his father came home, the first thing that he said was "Mommy squeamed!!".