I was rolling toward the holiday, getting things done, then it happened. Once again I was attacked by the disease infested vermin.
This sad story began Monday. I had to be at the daughters at 5:30 am! Yep at O dark thirty! I get there, and both Finn, and the middle boy are up and running around the house already. So much for a quiet start to the morning. At 6 out comes the oldest boy he does not look good and says he doesn't feel well. He is all stuffed up and feels like he has a low fever. Administer a cough and cold medicine dose, and send him back to bed, and make the executive decision he is staying home for the day.
Tuesday I was called off because the daughter's SO was not feeling well, and the oldest boy had continued to feel poorly, and ended up being sick in the middle of the night. But Tuesday morning he got up feeling better, and trundled off to school. His younger brother, "the middle boy" woke up sick though. Wednesday the girl was sick and home with me.
Let's just say the rest of the week one of them was sick, but I continued to do alright. Until Friday. I felt a bit queasy, and tired. By Saturday the vermin's vermin had attacked. What is it about being older that what puts them down for 12 hours knocks me on my rear for about 48 at least?
All week after watching the kids I would work on Christmas presents or Allietare.
I stalled out on step 2 because of the bug. But I did feel good enough to finish up 3 pillowcases for Christmas presents by Sunday. I had purchased fabric for 2, then bought fabric for the cuff of the case, and had enough to make a 3rd. That is always cool!
Thursday evening I attended quilt guild and one of the lovely ladies handed me a little bag with scraps.
Monday night I am feeling a whole lot better, but the hubby is looking a bit greenish around the gills. I guess now I am the vermin. :(