So in the end after all the bleach and all the worry I got sick anyway. At Conner's graduation on Thursday I felt not so great, sort of your sugars are whacked feeling. Then the next morning I felt really-really not well. The best way to describe my kind of sick is a smoothie of the flu (the head cold kind), food poisoning, and complications of diabetes with a booster of caffeine deprivation. By mid day on Friday I was down for the count.
With me on the outs BC was in charge of the farm...
In charge of the kids
the cooking
the cleaning
And Beach was in charge of the camera.
And while BC was hard at work caring for our kids
I stayed in bed sleeping and sewing yeti's.
I got up today, a nice cool Sunday morning.
I drank a 1/2 cup of coffee.
We walked through the People's Market and bought a big bag of walnuts, some herbs, and a baby gift.
When we got home the neighbor kid came over to play until she said her little sister was home throwing up and I showed her the door...dear lord, send bleach and a flame-thrower.
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