Just spent the last 24 hours taking care of Jonny after a wicked stomach flu hit him suddenly on Saturday night. It really stinks (no pun intended) to witness someone you love be that sick and know that there’s nothing you can do to help them but bring them Gatorade, saltines and lots of water. Plus, I am an emetophobic (trust me, it’s a word) - which means I’m phobic of vomiting - so I’m totally freaked now that somehow this is going to be passed along to me within the next few hours (what’s the incubation period?), even after the excessive hand-washing and sleeping in a separate bedroom. But I digress into selfishland. I’m glad he’s starting to feel better and I hope this never happens to him again, cuz it sure sucks.
The silver lining is it forced us to miss our flight back to Chicago this morning, so I got to stay home in NY for one more day and enjoy a lovely, quiet day with my mom. Between the care-taking, we napped, ate, chatted, listened to the constain stream of rain outside, and watched a Bridezillas marathon, and I completed about 2/3 of the sweater I’m knitting (started it on Wednesday…daaaaaaamn I’m fast!). And now, as I sit in her little office where my nephew’s crib is, and I smell his baby smell in the room, and look at the pictures she has on her desk of our family, I am grateful.
Thanksgiving weekend, indeed. Now, to check on Jonny one last time before I go off to sleep.