Jun 25 2007
In Sickness & Health
I wouldn’t care to repeat this weekend ever again. It wasn’t completely horrible, but the awful things outweighed the pleasant things by a significant amount.
Late Friday night, Sammy woke up and was terribly sick. He could only sleep for a couple of hours between each episode, and of course, Robert and I ran around frantically trying to care for him and clean up all the messes. We didn’t get much sleep at all.
Miraculously, the little guy was better Saturday morning and ready to assume business as usual, i.e. terrorizing his little sister and getting into mischief.
Robert and I stumbled around bleary-eyed and tried to get everything packed up for the move. We’re getting down to all the stuff we have been procrastinating over–my grandmother’s china and other breakables with loads of sentimental value. The vase in the photo is one of the things I’m worried about stuffing into a box. It probably isn’t valuable in and of itself, but I cherish it as a gift from my mother, many years ago. She bought it from a glass blower in Williamsburg, Virginia, I believe.
By mid-afternoon I started feeling queasy. At first, I thought it was due to the anxiety I was feeling over the move and packing, but eventually realized I was suffering from whatever it was that made my boy so miserable the night before. I went to bed early hoping that I’d feel better by morning. No such luck. If anything, I felt worse and was light-headed to boot. I couldn’t get all the chores done that I had on my list and fretted about the fact. I finally collapsed in bed around noon and had a wonderful, restorative 3-hour nap.
I feel much, much better today, but now I’m cooped up at work struggling to stay focused on my job, but thoughts of the homefront keep intruding. Just one more week of this and we’ll be settled into our new place. One. More. Week. I’m counting the minutes.
