I had an interesting weekend. I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday hanging out with the Pulley kids while Deborah and Darren were on vacation. They were a lot of fun and exceptionally forgiving of my "neat freakness". I spent the majority of that time cheering against Noah in March Madness (poor Annabel and Bea - I'm not the kind of babysitter girls want). By the way Noah, don't forget I'm beating you 3-1.
Sunday, the Boy was going to hang out with us since the Man had to work. Unfortunately he got hit with a little stomach bug that caused him to yammy about every 15 - 30 minutes for 5 hours. Poor baby. By that afternoon, the Man was off work and the Boy was feeling a little better, so they went home.
Come Sunday night, just before Deborah and Darren got back, I wasn't feeling so hot myself. I thought maybe it was because we had ice cream and popcorn for dinner (best babysitter ever). I got home and wasn't in bed long before the nausea hit me. I was up all night. It has been some of the worst 12 hours ever, pysically. I made the Man call in to work and pick me up this little miracle.
If you haven't heard of or tried Coke Syrup for "simple nausea", do it next time! The Man served it to me over crushed ice and it tastes like a coke slushy. That along with a little ginger ale seems to have set my stomach straight. Let's hope it stays that way.