Sick days

This weekend was a rough one. The hubs was down with a stomach bug and I was left taking care of him and the baby girl. Now this was our first bout of having sickness in the house with a newborn and I was completely conflicted with what to do. Normally I don't let the hubs being sick bother me and I typically go about normally. But I've never had a new baby to worry about. 

So I played single parent for the weekend. It was rough. The first night the girl and I spent the night in the living room. I "slept" on the couch. I use the term "sleep" lightly. It was a rough night. Though the girl slept, I did not, and then I woke up smelling like dog (that's where my dog typically likes to lay when we're not looking). So the next day I cleaned up the guest room so that we could get to the bed and sleep in there. The second night the girl decided not to sleep, so I didn't either. 

From Friday morning to Sunday night, I barely got any sleep. Maybe 2 hour snatches here and there. Most of the time I was running here and there taking care of the girl and the hubs. To help me out I got out the Bumbo and gave it a try. 

She loved it. Thank goodness!

The hubs is now on the mend and back at work. But it was hard when he was down for the count. I didn't know what to do. I hated having to divide my attention between the two and I hated even more that he couldn't hold or be near our girl. Most of the time I made a mess of things and became completely overwhelmed. Luckily, the girl made gave me lots of smiles to help calm me down.

 It seems that the girl and I have avoided the illness (knock on wood) so we're going on as normal now. I've started a deep cleaning of the house so that we can continue to avoid sickness...speaking of which, my girl is sleeping, so rather than write this post I probably should be cleaning. Priorities right? 

Sick.

Exhausted. 

Just want to lay around. 

Coughing. Can't talk. Tight chest. 

Sick.

I don't like this. I just want to rest. But alas. I can sleep when I'm dead. There's work to be done. Cooking. Cleaning. Going to school. More working. It's fun. Can't you tell? At least it's not the flu *knockonwood* as there are many people coming down with it at school. Students and teachers alike. But I refuse to get it. There. Done. It won't happen. Oh. And bad news, it's a strain not protected by the vaccine. Oh well. That's why I don't get it. But that's another story.

So sick. Spending time on the couch. Thank goodness for Netflix and Downton Abbey. I am loving this series. It has sucked me in completely. Of course Lady Maggie Smith is absolutely amazing and makes this show absolutely wonderful. The whole story is just divine. I love being transported back into another day and age. I find myself longing for the more simplistic times. I miss writing letters. I mean, I was never good at it anyway, but I find myself longing to write and then hopefully receive mail. There's just something special about mail.

So I sit here, dreaming of another time, trying to gain strength to cook dinner. I can do this. And in three and a half weeks it will be spring break. Hallelujah. I'm counting down the days. 

For all you fellow Downton Abbey check out this post I found while searching online. Who knew there was this whole Downton Abbey fan world out there!