Mommy's in a Timeout

I hope that you'll all pardon my lack of anything these last weeks - we have been felled by one of the worst, scariest flues ever. Charley was sicker than I have ever seen him - my big strapping husband relegated to a moaning, mewling baby, with a fever that topped out near 104.

I came down with it on Friday, although I'd been having chills for a while at night, and was so cold Friday night I wore two sweatshirts, a wool hat, wool socks and two down blankets to bed. Last night was the first night I didn't freeze in bed. I woke without a fever this morning, and feel like I'm made of wax. I still ache as though I've been hit by baseball bats about my lower back, neck and shoulders, but think it might actually do me good to get more movement today.

Joe-Henry convinced me yesterday that he had a horrible stomach ache and couldn't go to school. Well, no, actually, he didn't convince me. But I let him stay home anyway. I think he was worried about me. He agreed to my terms: no Wii, no computer, and no tv until after 3:00. He drew me pictures, checked on me while I slept all day long Seriously, I slept from 7:30-11:30 and again from 1:00-3:00, with the rest of the time spent sitting on the couch playing game after game of Scramble and Wordtwist on Facebook. All the while, my boy hung out loyally near me, telling me stories about school, asking me how old he can be before he has a girlfriend, giving me the rundown on football statistics until I'd nod off again.

So, we're back among the living and it's getting better. Hopefully there will be good news to report out in the wide, wide world.