Oh, please make it end. The week started with Tommy at the doctors office and Jimmy climbing the walls. That Thursday Tommy was much better but Jimmy was down for the count. My poor baby was a mess. I'm not sure anything was left in him and then he just had no energy. He is still that way. Everyone seemed to make a recovery for Tommy's basketball party Friday night.... and then it happened. God at least had mercy on me and waited until everyone was asleep to give me the bug I thought might end my life. Oh, I know you are thinking I'm being dramatic but I really cant remember being that sick in my life. I made a promise that I would never eat at a pizza buffet with 200 other children during the flu season. UGH. Tommy got his well deserved trophy though and we are all making a recovery. Does anyone else notice what is missing from this story? I will tell you. Daddy did not get sick. Mommy was the one wiping, cleaning and snuggling while Daddy stayed a good distance back making the meals, and keeping the kitchen clean and laundry done. Quite a team we make hunh! I must also add that Sat. I thought I was feeling a little better so we took a drive and ended up at a flea market. If you are still a little woozy never ever ever go to a place they are selling chickens...... just trust me!
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