It all started yesterday when Paul said he hoped he wasn't catching a cold. He had felt a little tired and had the sniffles. I was so worried that I would catch whatever he was sure to come down with (which he didn't yet) that the complete opposite happened. I was awakened at 3:30 am by Rylee saying she needed to blow her nose. The second I laid back down after getting her back to bed, I started to feel very nausea's and got hot all over. For the next hour and a half I tried to fight it off. By 5:00 am I was in the bathroom...only I wasn't vomiting. You get the picture right? I don't have to say it do I? Anyways I stayed in and out of the bathroom for the next two hours. When Paul got up to get ready for work I informed him that I was dieing and I couldn't help get Rylee ready for school. Tegan got awakened since the whisper Nazi (that would be me) wasn't up to prevent him from getting woke up. So he took him to his moms next door while I laid there in the bed dieing....all alone. I'm on the mend tonight although my head seems to be spinning a little and I can't eat. But other than that, I'm great! So then Rylee sounds a little stuffy after school today. But by bedtime that stuffy sound had turned in to a very whinny and tired little girl who couldn't breath through her nose. So here we go with the sickies.
Somehow I thought blogging about it would make me feel better....it didn't!