I think I'm suffering from food poisoning or some such thing. Maybe by the time you read this I'll be better.
Saturday night we ate at a Mexican restaurant. We've been there a few times before and the food is always good. We all ordered the exact same meal. (Something which rarely happens with my family.) Right after dinner, PR departed for a friend's house to spend the night.
Not twenty minutes later, I was curled up in a ball with intense stomach cramps. Briefcase was fine. He looked a little frustrated, because … hey – no kids in the house for a change. I don't think listening to me moan was what he had in mind.
(Actually, it's exactly what he had in mind, but …!)
I dug through our cabinets for stomach remedies and went to bed.
In the middle of the night I heard our phone ring, but then it stopped. I thought maybe it was just a dream. Awhile later, I heard the faint muttering of voices … and then nothingness.
In the morning I learned PR had called from his friend's house at one in the morning. He was feeling really sick to his stomach and wanted to come home. Being the good mother I am sick myself, I never even woke up. Briefcase answered the phone and drove to pick him up and bring him home.
Yes, you can nominate me for mother-of-the-year, why do you ask?
Briefcase, by the way, is fine.
PR and I spent Sunday laying around doing nothing. Between the two of us we might have consumed two pieces of toast over the course of the last 24 hours. I feel perfectly fine except for my stomach … and oh, how miserable my stomach is.
I'm thinking it must be something we ate, because what are the chances of us both falling ill with the exact same symptoms within a few hours of each other? Plus, neither of us has a fever.
On the positive side?
Maybe I'll lose an ounce from not eating. I have the metabolism of a snail so it would be unrealistic to expect to lose more than an ounce.
I also went through a lot of Lynda.com tutorials while sitting on the couch. (And for those of you who asked, I'm finding them pretty informative.) It wasn't exactly the conclusion I wanted to my weekend, but I suppose it wasn't a total waste of time. After all, now my brain is a little smarter and my weight is a full ounce lighter.
Lastly, I tweeted my way through the Grammy awards. I'm sure everyone enjoyed was annoyed by my (very) smart ass comments through the entire show.
Did I mention … bleh?!
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