miserably sick.

It's the end of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. And I am blogging about it so others know that my life isn't hunky-dorey all the time.

Little Zack has been sick with the flu since Christmas Eve. It's really not fun having a child who can't tell you when he's about to throw up all over the carpet.. But I thought it was getting better and I was grateful that the rest of us hadn't caught his bug. We had a good day yesterday and I went to bed feeling okay. But around 3:30 am, I woke up from a nightmare. In my dream, I was roaming a busy street, frantically searching for a bathroom. I was desperate and no matter where I turned or who I asked, I couldn't seen to find one. My bladder wasn't full in my dream, but I was terribly sick and was afraid I was going to vomit on someone in the crowded street. I woke up sweating... grateful that it was just a dream, until I realized that I needed to get to the bathroom before I threw up in my bed. I ran to the toilet and puked my guts out. Sorry for being so vulgar, but that's exactly what happened. It was so bad that I couldn't even breathe. I was literally afraid I was going to die on my bathroom floor because I couldn't take in any air. It was scary. I finally finished and got myself a drink of cold water. After my first swallow, I thought someone had put a cup of sugar in my water bottle. It was so sweet (without any flavor) that I couldn't keep it down. I went through another round of v0mitting. I was so thirsty afterward and decided to get a fresh glass of ice water, but it tasted the same.. disgustingly sweet. I gave up and decided to brush my teeth, throw my toothbrush in the garbage and head back to bed. It was now 4:30 am and I spent the next few hours tossing and turning. Thankfully it was Saturday and Aaron was able to be with the kids while I slept in. I didn't get out of bed until 3 pm. And that was only because Aaron brought Zack in my room so we could feel miserable together. Zack laid next to me and rubbed my cheek and said, "Mommy sick. Mommy sick." It was so sweet! We read a few books together and went back down for a nap.. what a day! It's now 10 pm and I haven't been able to keep anything down... not even a piece of toast. And I am totally bummed because tomorrow will most likely be our LAST day serving in the nursery and I won't be able to say goodbye to all my little chillins.. that is, unless their parents would like me to spread my germs.

Anyway, I AM glad I didn't feel this way on A's birthday and even more grateful it's a LONG weekend.. Being sick really makes you feel grateful for the days when you are healthy! Can't wait to get back to feeling like myself again... it's been a long time. But I will take a scratchy/sexy voice cold over the flu ANYDAY. Hopefully it's just a 24 hour bug and I will be able to welcome in the New Year properly.. that is, with a big pAR-TAy! We shall see...