Nothing like a full on family stomach flu to knock you off your feet and blow your routine. Phew!
We were lucky to have a lovely 2 cottage weekend recently. First was Friday – Saturday with cousins, lovely big-little girls who are wonderful at playing with a silly toddler, patiently spotting as he climbed the bunk bed ladder over and over. We swam, ate watermelon, relaxed a little, and enjoyed the weather.
Sunday we dropped Tyler off at a friends cottage for the week. He’d been hoping to get some alone time and do some songwriting, and it was the perfect chance. We hung out for the day, splashing on the little beach, bouncing on the trampoline and then eating burgers, before parting ways and heading home while he stayed to watch the sun set.
Little did we know that by Monday afternoon, one after another, all 4 adults and 1 small child would be rushing to the bathroom for hours on end. Baby J had been at Tyler’s aunts for the day, and I asked my inlaws to keep him overnight while I recovered.
As the evening wore on though, and my friends were reporting symptoms too, I called and found my little fella had been sick for an hour too. Even though I felt awful, I had wanted my mommy (she thoughtfully brought over crackers and gingerale for me) so I had a feeling he would too. We spent the next couple of days huddled together, hoarding crackers and watching all the movies in between bouts of flu.
Poor Tyler had it up at the cottage as well, and soon enough our helping hands (my mom, his dad, and my friends’ mom) all got it too. It was awful – maybe the worst flu I’ve ever had. And seeing my kid so miserable makes me thank my lucky stars that in general (this past week aside), we’re healthy.
Quite a week! Looking forward to more regularly scheduled summer programming.