NOT the Weekend I Had Planned....

Well, what am I thinking, planning things anyway?  They weren't big plans either----Friday was just taking Leo to a doctor appointment and then lunch afterwards, then going to buy that mattress I keep talking about and running a couple of other shopping errands that will help get our house back together after de-Christmasing it.  Saturday was supposed to be getting the house together and then preparing for Owen's birthday party on Sunday.

Instead?  Flu.

Damn....  Owen got up in the night Thursday night and crawled in with us and I could tell just by his bit of a cough and the way he moved that he wasn't feeling right so I wasn't surprised when he woke up Friday morning with a fever.  Since Ernie had stuff to do I said I'd stay home from work with him but about half an hour after that I realized that it was hitting me too.  Within the hour I was in bed with a fever feeling absolutely wretched.  The best part of the day was when Owen came to check on me while Ernie and Leo were out.  He was feeling better---some ibuprofen had knocked his fever down---so he took the checking very seriously.  He quizzed me on how I felt, put a wastebasket next to the bed so I could throw up in it, asked me if I needed water, felt my head and told me I was burning up and then slowly backed out of the room saying, "ANYthing you need Mom, you just call me, o.k?  You're going to be o.k. Mom. You just CALL me if you need something."  Man I love that boy.

And Leo always benefits from a little one on one time with Ernie so it wasn't all bad but still frustrating.  I feel as though time goes by so fast that I don't want to 'waste' any.  I know it's not wasting though....just life I suppose.

I slept so much yesterday that I couldn't sleep at night although I didn't feel good enough to read or watch tv so I just tossed and turned, tossed and turned.  What IS it about the cool side of the pillow that feels so good?  Owen was doing his own tossing and turning and finally crawled into bed with us so then poor Ernie had both of us.  Hopefully we'll let him sleep tonight.

Yesterday I read news about a couple of people I know that have cancer, and the night before at Fries and Peanuts we'd seen a friend who is in the final stages of cancer, so my sleepless, fevered mind was full of cancer....cancer worries, cancer memories, cancer, cancer, cancer.  I hate it when your mind gets trapped like that.

BUT....I just ate a bagel so I'm feeling better and we're in the process of rescheduling Owen's birthday party.  He's sad but I'm trying to convince him it will be even better this way...  AND I got my Select Seeds garden catalogue....so all is not lost....

Here's Bob, using a handy chair rung to relax upon...  Perhaps I'll just hang out with him today.  He does know how to live life....